My butt is sore from sitting on a foldable chair for ALL DAY writing for this crazy Modern Novel class. I have learned to love some things and tolerate some things but I will be glad when it is over and I can go back to Malory and Tennyson, McKinley and Tolkien. It is like growing up on chocolate and then being fed mountains of peanut brittle. Beautifully sweet analogy that is hilarious to me right now because it was the first thing I came up with and I am dead-tired. Why am I writing . . ..