A thought...

I was scribbling something the other day when I described the POV character as being touchstarved. Funny the way the mind works. The word resonated with me a little, and the more I thought about it, the more I came to realise that I am too. Living alone doesn't allow too much opportunity for substantial human contact, let alone physical contact, and yet touch is so important for maintaining balance. Oh, you learn different coping strategies, and you take touch where you can, but you still feel the lack of it. I do, anyway. Not that I'm asking for sympathy; far from it. Privacy, independence, and maturity are worth a sacrifice or two, and I'm more than willing to make them and continue to make them. Naming the sacrifices makes it easier. Besides, I think it's fascinating how my mind used a character that bears only a passing resemblance to myself to bring the issue to the forefront. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy...

Class starts September 11. What an auspicious date to launch my run towards graduate school! Lucky I'm not superstitious... Updates to follow.