Today was the final critique day, and I was so exhausted this morning that I wanted to cry. I can't believe it's all over, but I'll need to sleep for a week straight now. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, and I'm so ready to go home. I'll be leaving Monday morning, and Janet will be coming with me, staying at my place in North Carolina for about a week or so.

The lovely program assistants made up a great spreadsheet of all the stories that came through the workshop, with number of pages, number of words, and date turned in. And I was happy to see that in six weeks I had written 15,300 words over 5 stories (the last of which, "Snake Charm", was bumped from today's critique since there were six stories to be done, and only time to critique four). The grand total for the whole class was 606,070 words over 162 stories.

This weekend is the wind-down, which corresponds with the 35th Anniversary Reunion. There's a barbeque tonight outside Van Hoosen for this year's Clarionites, and another tomorrow night for everyone. Tomorrow night in Ann Arbor, China Mieville is appearing at a bookstore, presumably for a reading or signing, and I may try to go. I plan on sleeping as much as possible this weekend so that I'm not a wreck when I drive back with Janet on Monday.