I find it hard to believe that I allowed myself to avoid writing and posting on this blog since November. In my own defense, it wasn't like I had tons of time on my hands. I was working 60 or so hours per week, and I'm normally a 30 per week kind'a gal.
I'll be honest, I'm not the kind of writer who writes every single day. Maybe I should be, so far I'm not. I have done some revising of existing pieces, accepted a few rejections and sent a couple more out. (for more about this subject, check my other blog My Literary Niche.
So we have a New Year. It didn't begin very well, another lost grandchild and we are left with very unhappy and unsettled kids. I don't put much stock in the idea that the first day of the year represents what is coming. It just just doesn't happen that way in my life. Resolutions are the kind of thing that I strive for throughout the year, not simply when the calendar changes.
Tomorrow a new president will be sworn into office. Tivo is set to record the inauguration; if only we could figure out a way to tape it onto something more portable so I could take it to school and play it in the Writing Center. Alas, our electronics have been slowly dying off, so we have few workable choices. A new administration is certainly something to look forward to, especially given the world financial and relational situation. War sucks no matter where it is.
Wednesday I begin teaching at a new school, Contra Costa College. So far the staff has been great, very friendlty if not a bit scattered. The school is doing well financially, so I may even have classes to teach next fall. I am already mostly ready, even without the textbooks for one class (again).
I suppose if I want to bring some more new things into my life, one to include would be the commitment to my writing. Let's see how that goes.
