Well, I can't blame anyone for not looking here anymore. But it's not that I haven't been writing. I've been working on five submissions for the annual OWFI contest and I have the goal of getting them in a whole week early. :) Actually a week and a couple days. So I've been doing more editing than writing.

But I have to say that our weekly write at the Writer's Workshop is better than I ever hoped it would be. We are having an absolute blast writing together for 15 minutes and then sharing the results. Mostly we're surprised at what we can accomplish in 15 minutes. Good lesson all the way around there.

Now for a bit of playtime:

corybantic (kor-i-BAN-tik) adjective

Wild; frenzied; uncontrolled.

I'm not sure I've ever been corybantic in my life.

Oh, wait. I hear my dh disagreeing with me. Corybantically. :)

Okay, so there is no one on God's green earth--cliche, but I have to leave it, fingers to the keyboard and no looking back--who can push my eject button like my dh. He punches that and everything that I expect about me disappears. Thankfully it doesn't happen now as it did when we were first married. I'm not one to fling food, but I remember tossing a pan full of popcorn at the door he closed behind himself after a well-chosen verbal missle. I don't remember the missle, but the dented pan we still have and we still pop popcorn in it. So I guess we've all survived.

But that corybantic episode was not deliberate or chosen. And there are many of those clocked in the interest of putting together a family and keeping together a family. When I read the definition I was searching for times when I was purposely corybantic. Not out of fear or frustration, but simply for the sake of being unrestrained.

I remember sitting in a corner booth at a pizza restaurant and wondering what would happen if I hopped up on the table and danced. But that was as far as that ever got.

I think my roomie Julie and I sometimes got corybantic when we were so tired we couldn't think anymore. I remember laughing. And our shut-the-door, pull-the-phone-from-the-jack, pig-out-on-junk-food, and read-to-your-heart's-content weekends when we'd simply had enough of our jobs and assorted other stresses. So can mild episodes of rebellion against life in general be considered corybantic? I guess not. Wild and frenzied didn't exactly enter the picture. Unless the books were wild and the eating was frenzied from time to time.

I also remember riding with Julie to go see our friend in Kansas, and when we were all alone on the highway in the western part of the state, we decided there was absolutely no reason not to drive on the other side of the road. We hadn't seen a car for miles. So we drove English style through western Kansas singing songs at the top of our lungs. Perhaps that would qualify as corybantic. Do you think so?

Maybe my writing would benefit from a little more corybantic episodes. Hmmmm.........