Eric Mayer

Has it been so long? Three weeks since I even looked in on this journal?

I'm reminded of college when I'd cut a class and then feel nervous about showing up unprepared for the next. So I'd miss that one, become more uneasy, finally end up dropping the course entirely.

I still dream, sometimes, that I'm seated in a classroom, confronting a final exam for a course I stopped attending weeks ago. Strange. I haven't been to school for 25 years at least. Usually the test is on something like French. Or German. A subject that can't be faked. Can't be talked around. No chance to put a good face of things. What language was I supposed to be studying anyway? Now I remember..I haven't been to a single lecture. Not one! Perhaps it was Italian. How do I expect to pass? I haven't been to class for 25 years. Horror washes over me.

Unprepared! Unprepared!

A metaphor for my whole life?

Then I wake up. What a relief. I still can't speak French or German or Italian.

Eric Mayer Byzantine Blog Probably the only vaguely interesting thing about me is that with my wife, Mary Reed, I co-author the John the Eunuch mystery series set in sixth century Constantinople. But that doesn't stop me from dwelling here on the boring minutiae of the rest of my life, present and past, along with the occasional word about writing.
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