7.98. Manic Monday

I tell you, Monday is the longest day of the week in spite of only teaching one class. Monday is a matter of falling back into the rhythm of the working world after a weekend of doing not that. It is often made worse by allowing myself to fall behind on matters such as grading and generally caring about my work life. I do believe in weekends being about family and self and escape from the routine (though a weekend routine is still a routine). So that is why Monday strikes like a heavy staff against my back over and again. By 7 pm I’m drained of all that resembles energy and fully in the realizing that tomorrow is yet another day of work.

I believe this is why Date Night Wednesday is a double edged sword. On the one hand it is a great way to end the work week. On the other I pile up so much during those days that I don’t ever get a chance to think about the date night to come–I’m too buys getting through three days of classes and figuring out when to grade.

7.97. Reflections on a Sunday Night

Quite busy as of late and not really having the time or capacity (I hate that word) to come up with a structured blog. So, instead I’ll share…

Some Thoughts:

  1. Just saying Capacity reminds me of the truly awful experience I had at ASU’s Piper Center for Creative Writing. That was a sinking ship and a cesspool of relationships that ran contrary to the workings of an actual writing center or promoting a writer’s existence. I did a quick scan of the staff page and discovered there really isn’t any staff listed. I do wonder if they finally just fell apart. They continue to put up a meager assortment of events and opportunities, which I was starting to properly develop…. no more, alas. It counts as a fail in my life and moreover a fail on their part.
  2. Writing is not a fail, presently. I’m hard at work developing this new novel.. in my head. Imma put it on paper this week though.
  3. Seriously, I am.