The smoke hasn’t cleared yet. In fact I am still grading work, but primary teaching is over. We are at the point where the year has descended into reflection and planning for the next semester. There are some bright spots from this semester, like the poster projects, that also provide an opportunity to grow. I feel like I am going to make some strides next semester and perhaps find a project and a vision for my role at this college.
My writing role is pretty much where it has been. The only issue now is execution. I hail the end of semesters, because it marks the beginning of serious writing. I know there is a span of time between when the kids get out of school and when I do, so that gives me room to write. This is important, because I didn’t knock out a novel this nanowrimo, but there is a novel idea floating around in my mind that desperately wants to be set free.
Semesters are about the end, but they also represent new beginnings. All grades are forgiven and bad balances are reset. You get another chance to make an impression with a new group of teachers and students. Writing is the same in many ways. Often your last work is the one you are known for, so make every work crucial and priceless. I think it is time to stop writing here and do just what I said to do: Make something crucial.
Talis Out.