Two weeks have passed since I declared that I was on a blogging hiatus.
In those two weeks, regardless of intent, it seems like I haven’t written a single word. Unless, of course, you count revising my bio, updating my CV, commenting occasionally, working on syllabi, e-mails for a variety of reasons, and the occasional Facebook update.
I haven’t done any work on my manuscript. I haven’t written a single Morning Page. I haven’t attempted a blog post.
Nothing, nada, zip.
Granted, much of the last two weeks have been spent in a sort of Staycation with Sarah and Nathan, as it was the only time all summer where we had no obligations and/or responsibilities.
But I still expected more of myself.
Then again, there was the distraction of getting an e-mail on the same Sunday as I declared my hiatus asking if I would be interested in picking up another adjunct course at a private University for the fall. By Tuesday I was hired, by Wednesday I was attending an orientation. The course is a 300 level class called Studies in Drama offered by the Literary and Cultural Studies department, so it is kind of an introduction to dramatic literature with high expectations for the students. In addition, the students from this particular university expect a lot of interaction over Blackboard, the on-line course management system, so I needed to figure out how to incorporate that into my course structure as well.
Did I mention that the majority of the students are business majors from a university that specializes in business? This means that many of them will be taking the class to fulfill a requirement, which gives me the added challenge of making it all the more interesting and fascinating.
Needless to say, preparing for it has been a challenge and I am a little nervous.
The prep work is (nearly) complete, and I begin on Tuesday at the new University. I am also teaching classes on T-Th at Nathan’s university which means a lot of driving on those days as well. (One place is in Massachusetts about 20 minutes from my home, the second place is in Rhode Island about 40 minutes away). Add to that the possibility that I might be involved in a grant (pending funding) working with Latino students grades 3-6 to promote literacy through a 16 week drama program (twice a week, two hours after school) and it looks like a very busy semester.
Somewhere in that I need to find time to write?
Through all of this, I have had moments where I thought, “I could blog about that . . . but NO.” The thoughts were there, the motivation not so much. Things that I was tempted to blog about:
- The fact that I continually get e-mails asking for donations to support campaigns against Republicans because they are “outspending” the Democrats. Of course they are, they are trying to buy the election. But, does it make sense to fight fire with fire, or doesn’t it make more sense to win an election based on honesty rather than fundraising? (I could write about this, but then again I don’t really have the stomach to write that much in-depth about politics or the election. It’s too nauseating.)
- The fascinating story of Blanche Ames, who was a major player in the suffragette movement in Massachusetts, as well as a supporter of birth control and a Smith alumna.She was also an artist, a writer, and an inventor. She seems like an incredible woman who I want to learn more about. She and her husband, botanist Oakes Ames built an estate now known as Borderlands. The day we went hiking was also a day that they gave tours focusing on her roles in getting the women the vote, and given what is currently happening to women’s rights I was thoroughly inspired. After hearing her story, Sarah and I rang the bell at the Ames house, a bell she rang every day at noon until women got the right to vote. It felt like an important moment in guiding Sarah toward becoming a woman who believes in equality for all.
- My parents 50th anniversary is coming up. I would like to write about that, but I struggle with it. What would this anniversary be if my father wasn’t struggling with Alzheimer’s? As much as this is a celebration, it is one tinged with sadness and nostalgia. How does one write about that? Next week, I will share with you the super secret project I am working on in honor of their special day. (Oh, did you see that, I think I have committed to posting once a week!)
- New beginnings. Enough said.
I could continue the list, but I am still unsure about where I go from here in terms of this blog. I will just be open to possibilities, as these past few weeks have shown that seems to open up doors. I hope that I will start writing in some form again more regularly, but at least for now I’ve dipped a tentative toe back into the pool. Only time will tell where I go from here.