It's official, and every moment that passes it's getting more and more official. I will not be able to return for another semester at the Writing Gym. Why I won't be able to return is a matter I would rather not discuss here, but suffice it to say that I have served it as best and as loyally I could.
The things that started in Chapter Five are coming to an end alarmingly quickly, actually. As far as I can tell, there is no more Stud Life. There is also no more Bohemia, and the Bohemians have now sought shelter elsewhere, with varying degrees of success, of course. I have two or three side-projects that are finally seeing the first tentative light of day: Planet Run, God/Man, and some odds and ends here and there, including a portion of a short story. Even the debt I incurred Colleague seems to be manageably sifting away... because of my Collective check I was able to pay off a huge chunk of it. I think I'll be able to turn the page pretty soon... but I don't think I've anticipated Chapter Six quite as well as I did this one.
What do you do when you have a serious problem that's rending you into pieces, and the only people you can talk to about it are the ones who rent you in the first place? "Something bothering you?" What do I say? That's why I've said "No."
If all this life, together with the drama, were composed (and choreographed and scored) all in one go, I'd like to have a word with the Director.
Song in my head: Cora Corman and Alex Fletcher, "Way Back into Love".
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