It's been over a whole month since I last posted. Pretty typical of me, really. I'm just not a blogger.
The bar exam was everything I expected and worse. I knew it would be soul sucking. I just didn't know how much of my soul it would take. The Bar exam is like a dementor who hangs over your head all summer, making you feel depressed and anxious. Then, it swoops down and tries to administer the kiss of death for three days.
It was awful.
I plan on starting to study again about the end of October, beginning of November. I won't find out if I pass or fail until November 20. That's a LONG time to wait.
But, there is a bright side to this waiting.
It is forcing me to relax. And although it took about two weeks to do kick in, I think the reality of me relaxing just a bit has started.
Except that my tendonitis/carpel tunnel (whatever it is I have) severely flared up the by the last day of hours of typing. I suppose I can never be a transcriptionist like my aunt Diane. It hurts to type this, actually. So, I'm in no hurry to write another book. But I am kind of in a hurry to start putting documents together and have everything ready to go should I pass the bar the first time.
Which will be a miracle. But I believe in miracles, so it is possible.
Because I have ideas. Lots of ideas.
I made cookies. They are flat and burnt.
I'm out of practice. (And, I used butter. Not shortening like I usually do.)