Brian is leaving me.
For the weekend to attend Anime Con in Los Angeles. He’s running the D&D games, and a few of them he wrote himself. He’s excited about it. I will be lonely in my empty bed. I will be forced to commute an hour and a half to Orange alone.
“I’m going to have to figure out what to do with you gone this weekend,” I said.
“Who is Yugon?” said Brian, very indignant.
“That’s terrible,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” he admitted.
But we both laughed anyway.
I have snuck a note into his shaving kit for him to find later. It makes terrible puns about knocking ‘em dead and killing things in D&D, and it’s very loving.
I suppose what I’m really planning on doing is all the rewriting I’ve been avoiding for my grad school application. I’m having one of those weeks where I am certain that I have no right at all to call myself a writer – just look at the drivel I’ve written –they will never accept me to grad school in a millennium. I will be Denied. There is no question. It makes it hard to pitch in and slog through rewrites, even though I know it’s all in my mind. I will go back to believing that I’m brilliant soon, I promise. It’s just this week of weird weather and head colds that is getting me down.
But this weekend will be full of writing and mass quantities of Jasmine tea (overly sweet with sugar). And then on Sunday, I will have a husband again.