Some Days, It’s About All I Can Do

Christine M. Rice Friday, May 4, 2012 Hundreds of characters are rumbling around my brain.  Last night was my final class of the spring semester and, over the last three weeks, I read over 1,000 manuscript pages.  My brain feels swollen, character-logged.  They’re packed sardine-close up there.  They pop up in my dreams, bump into me at Trader Joe’s, swerve around me in crosswalks, chat me up at the dog...