Waking Up is Hard to Do

This is it. The first day of the summer's National Writing Project. I'm here now, it's 8:36 a.m. and getting out of bed after a week off, after a long school year, after committing to join the writing project...waking up this morningnwas painful! It's been way too easy for me to slip into my night owl status.

Now there's a question on the board, a warm up question. Hello, flipside! Usually I'm the one posting the warm up question, while students file in, while I sip caffine and they sit in the seats and struggle for brain cells to collide in a meaninful way (or do they just try to look busy to avoid the Hrin Hassle?)

The question, fair reader? What do you hope to "accomplish" at the Summer Institute?
Does getting out of bed, on time every day count? I say yes.
Does losing a pound a week, by escaping the chocolate zucchini cake in the 'fridge, count? I say yes again.
But seriously, selfishly, I just want to write for myself, to think about writing and then actually write, then edit, then rewrite and to crave writing and have the ideas churning all day, all night, seeming out my pores, sneaking through the tears in my awareness and into my dreams.
Any other questions?