I took a day off yesterday. I puttered around a resort pool with the love of my life and allowed the realities of work and school to straight fade. Now back in the circle of understanding, I recognize that my novel writing class is highly unlikely to make for the first time in a long while. 4 students is not enough. I don’t feel like I’ve done enough personally to cultivate a society of writers on campus. We should have more than 4 people putting in for this class. In truth it was 6 at one point, but circumstances caused one to drop and the other seems to have been removed or removed themselves for some reason. That puts the chances of the class making at a dangerous low. What will I do then?
I don’t actually have an answer for that. A fruitful conversation with my partner helped me to reconsider the idea that the universe is ‘out to get me’. I’ve started to rewrite that script as the universe presents me with opportunities that I am responsible for deciphering. I have not quite gotten this one, though it could be about me developing my novel and working towards writing a serious plan for a sabbatical to write more and to think more about what it is I expect/need my life to look like as I move forward.
This seems a lot to place on one class, but this class is my tether at this school to the concept of why I teach in the first place. Without that class teaching is a straight up job.
Some Thoughts:
- I have not watched the entire Browns v. Giants game, but I did see Barkley break off a big run. This reinforces what I’ve felt about him thus far: He will take some of the pressure off of Manning.