So, why not post the blog I wrote yesterday–yesterday? Lazy is the quick answer, but the more measured and thoughtful response is that I knew my one reader wouldn’t completely flip out for it being late to post and likely would read several in a bunch. More to the point, I know I have but one dear reader.
Thank you.
I started publishing these thoughts in an effort to keep myself honest about my craft. It was an open space to write about anything that stuck to my brain over the course of a day. A lot came down to rants. I’d secretly imagined publishing the mess of it a la Allie Brosh and letting folks in on the warped mind of this writer while drawing a slight profit. My wonderful partner published a year’s worth for me and it was a clear reminder of how much effort I do put into the blog on somedays and what I can be capable of on a semi-regular basis. This is of course before I let life kick me in the teeth and hold my head under water. Life is a bully. I’ve played the victim for a while now.
Preparing to move has enlightened me to several facts about myself and habits and shortcomings. It also reminded me that my brain, though aging, ain’t dead and that I need to force more space into my life for words. I recently took a writing gig solely because I needed a deadline to force me to do what I love doing. I love writing and teaching and planing to write and planning to teach. Just today I devised a new strategy to make my novel classes successful. I am going to create notebooks for the students with all the handout and work they did to plan and structure their novel all organized in a way that brings their novel to the writing stage. It’s gonna be dope.