Sunday, 6:20. I’m sitting here thinking about the week that is about to unfold. This is the last week I will be teaching for the rest of the month (not including workshops for writers). I’m geeked to be done with the semester. Every end feels like a new beginning. I feel like I can shake off the failures and build on the successes. In truth I moreso learn from the failures than anything else. I know what I do well and for better or worse I just let that stuff ride and focus on where things went badly. Maybe I need to adjust that mindset moving forward.
It is all about moving forward with me right now–always forward. For example, I am learning to come to grips with the way modern media exists and the strange ecology of social media. I strongly believe that as a writer I need to get better about understanding and incorporating these things into what I do in order to promote myself. More importantly, I recognize I need to promote myself. Which means I need to have something to promote. This summer is largely about that last part: Having something to promote.
That is to say I will be working on a novel for an RPG, a short story that is going to be expanded into a novel (major market sci fi), and fine tooling the content of my classes so I can once again feel like I am gaining something from the experience of teaching.
I’m also trying to figure out what I feel/think about being a coach. It is all kinds of joy in the moment, but all kinds of time on the brain. This summer will help me move forward in recognizing my roll in that endeavor. One thing I learned: hard to coach your own kids. They don’t want to listen to what I have to offer when it is not 1 on 1.
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