The clock is ticking down.  The fingers are getting tired.  My minds is racing from one task to the next.

“Will it ever stop? Yo, I don’t know” – Vanilla Ice.  Yes I know I just dated myself, and choosing to quote a questionable white rapper probably doesn’t help either.  Meh, tis the season to be out yo head.

After a few of Kris’s Writing workshops through out the quarter and some good advice.  I feel I’ve got a handle on this paper and should be able to produce a pretty good final product.  After all this is my Home, all I’ve got to o is write about it.  Right?  Ha, we’ll see.

Friday’s workshop helped me get most of the “butterflies” out.  Hearing a different take on the final leg of the path, and a different outlook how to get there.  Not trying to attack the paper in one giant swoop helps.  Going through and breaking the different steps into separate sections, rather than trying to do the entire paper in one pass.  But only time will tell and well, that is running out.

In around 48 hours this paper will be a part of the past, for the readers of the future.  Ride on grasshopper.