What can I tell ya. I LIKE Tobasco.
Be that as it may: what next?
Grades filed, commencement done, boys guided through the Memorial Day parade, fiddle lesson, homework, and heaven knows what else.
Now? Well now, my friend, Professor Boylan spends some serious time chillin’.
Chillin, in my case meaning, writing as constantly as possible on Falcon Quinn Book 2, which I hope to have a rough draft of by summers’ end. Book one will return to me in galleys and pages etc throughout the summer on its way to hardcover in 2010.
I’m also maybe writing a screenplay for my old friend Peter.
In the meantime, we’ll be heading out to the lake place in a week or two, after Deedie/Grace returns from a week at my mom’s house (watching the Devon Horse Show). Today I put Rustoleum on the outdoor furniture. In days ahead I hope to get our boat in the water, and then, oh please oh please, maybe I will just float around and catch some fish.
This summer looks to have our boys off at camp for quite a bit– Zach is building a kayak and then sailing it, at the Chewonki Foundation in July, and Seanie is doing soccer camp, followed by French Horn camp, which we have promised to call “music camp” because “band camp” sounds bad. Anyhow, there’s that.
Mostly I want to come to rest a little bit. Being me, “coming to rest” will mean writing a lot, two author appearances–the next of which is the Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, coming up on June 10. But there will be time for the Red-Sox Yankees game the following night, and lots of floating around on the boat. Drinking mojiotos. And yeah: tobasco.
