Good grief, goodbyes are hard.
This is the last day of classes for my English 101 students. We've been through a wild ride of highs and lows this semester. (Probably more lows for them and highs for me, though it's debatable.) I've challenged them to work hard and write lots, and I have been so rewarded by their progress.
As I face them for the last time, I see so much potential in each of them. I have so thoroughly enjoyed watching them learn and grow. I wish I could hover in the backgrounds of their lives, observing the choices they'll make and the futures they'll build.
Now, it is time to look forward and renew my excitement for my writing life. I am formulating ideas for my next set of stories. I have a big picture plan, but none of the details. I finally have some free mental time to devote to delving into it.
I'm getting back to the basics and setting a daily minimum word count goal. I can't wait for the creativity flow to resume.