I’m stuck for ideas this Sunday. I feel like I’ve given a lot of my passion and energy to a semester that is all but in the books and I’m at the pause between where I can refocus my priorities and really dig deep into the work I want to be doing and the writing I want to be writing. Here’s a quick reflection: I’m teaching a lot of very cool classes and I want to keep doing that, but I intend to do it in manageable doses. I don’t need to do everything at once. I suppose it comes down to labeling priorities–something I’ve waxed about in the past. So now in the pause before the pause I’m going to empty out my brain on y’all.
Some Thoughts:
- A close friend decided to read the blog and mentioned that it was a lot like looking into someone’s diary. It seems I am in fact an open book. Hey, friend, keep reading and eventually I’ll get around to talking about you…
- It turns out the term muse can be offensive. I saw it in terms of creative influence, or stimulus, or inspiration. I don’t quite get how that is a problem, but if you dig a little deeper into the commercial and literary use of the term it is more likely to be equated with sexual surrogacy than anything intellectually, ahem, stimulating. So, yeah, my bad on that one.
- I want a NYT Bestseller. I stopped caring about this for a while, but I’m done with that laid back phase. Being a writer, IMHO, requires a certain level of intensity that comes with being successful in any craft. If I decide to be the writer I can be, I’m going to be able to achieve the goals I can achieve.
- Nightmares the last few nights. I can only remember snippets, but it is enough to know that I don’t want to remember any more. What’s odd is every time I have a nightmare so does my 6 yr old.