I've been in Texas for just over two weeks. My first two weeks were full of teaching, tutoring, and leading writing critique groups. It took a lot out of me some times. But I loved it. I can't imagine being ONLY a writer or ONLY a teacher. In fact, I can't imagine being only one or two things.

In the evenings, Paul and I hung out. Monday nights watching 24 with his best friend and the crew...up to ten people crowded into his apartment. Nearly every night had something...if not with Paul's noisy family, then with his noisy friends.

This weekend we got away from the noise and busyness of teachers' lives. We spent an afternoon in the park, enjoying the historical Azalea Trail. We've walked and jogged several miles, looked at nearly a hundred houses, picked armfulls of flowers, and read pages and pages of fiction.

Well, I read the fiction. He's reading When Character Was King (when he can concentrate).

"I don't get anything done around you," he says.

It's become a game. Don't break concentration.

Yesterday we rode horses. Even bareback. Whoowee.

I'd write more but it's officially our "one year dating anniversary" and he's waiting for me to go out for dinner.