Post-MFA Lifeplan

Hooray. I wrote a collection of short stories over a span of two years. One-hundred twenty-five pages, y'all--you can count them.

I would feel a sense of accomplishment, but, gosh, I have so many things I need to do now:

1. Teach self how to do The Lambada without a partner. The dance will only be half-forbidden now.

2. Build entire routine around "Veronica Mars" and "Veronica Mars" reruns.

3. Learn to sew. Create new wardrobe for travels in Europe.
3a. Save up for trip to Europe.
3b. Spend saved Europe funds on "Xena" DVDs.
3c. Feel shame. Give up on sewing.

4. Sit in lawn chair and read entire book.

5. Memorize entire episodes of "Firefly."
5a. Find ringtone of the opening theme.
5b. Make sweet love down by the fire with Nathan Fillion.

6. Learn to ride a bicycle.

7. Write and file elaborate plans for raising my children.
7a. Find husband.
7b. Have children.

8. Learn to cook.
8a. Get Stephanie to do all the cooking.

9. Write a novel.

As you can see, there's no rest for the weary. Catch me if you can this summer...