I don't know what I want. Something tells me this would all be easier if I did.
I have a meeting tomorrow morning with a woman at a local college. There are no open positions there, just the possibility of adjunct work in the fall. And I know I want to teach, so I have that, but I don't know where I want to teach. I was all set on teaching at this local community college -- flexible hours, huge creative writing program -- and then I start getting greedy. Thinking about how nice it'd be to be at a four year university, though I suppose that could come in time.
And I need to finish my novel. Meet with some people, shake a few hands, kiss a few babies (and butts?).
Life is never slowing down.