Saving Face

Okay, so I'm really only writing this blog post to save a little face. I haven't posted anything of substance for quite a while. You who question if I have ever posted anything of substance might not be too far off. Just duck when I throw something blunt and heavy at your laughing mug.

Life is passing at warp speed, and I feel like I'm just trying to hold onto the starship by means of a tow cable. Re-entry might cause complete burnout, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Another semester of my Ed.D. has begun, I'm teaching 4 preps, 3 kids are in soccer (and I got suckered into coaching a sport I don't know much about--yes, again), I continue my second job as an independent study grader, I'm trying to wake up early to lose some flab, and list goes on. But I still don't think I'd trade what I have for anything else, even if it included a Baconator or two. For more about my weight-loss battle, check out my other blog: Fatty's Blubber Blog, which is long overdue for a story or two.

Come to think of it, there are about 6.8 bazillion topics that are overdue for me to write about. Anybody wanna give me a prompt or an idea that will kick me off again? Or do I stick with the Dickinson parodies I started (but never went past the second one)?

I do actually have an idea to write about, but I want to save it for NaNoWriMo. I'm going to attempt it with my 9th graders. It scares the pee pee out of me, but I'm plunging in anyway. I'm looking for something quick and easy to keep the rust from building up. Writing papers and student handouts isn't really doing it for me.

Now that I've rambled, and secured a second post for this month, I'll shut up so you can hear the crickets in my mind. (The hamster is on strike.)

I'm NOT Writing about Vacation!

So you’d think that now that I am done with this (endless) summer semester, and now that I am free from grading papers for two weeks, that I’d actually have time to write something exciting or half-way interesting on my blog. Well, looks like we were both wrong.

You get stuck with me not writing about burning my leg on a motorcycle. This is also me not writing in detail about capsizing on a trip down the Provo River with my friend, who I hadn’t caused trouble with for many, many years. My solitary drives up the local canyons will stay trapped foe my five senses only. I’m also not going to chronicle watching RSL destroy San Jose or the road trip to Atlanta with Zac, my father-in-law, and my brother-in-law to sit through a rain delay only to end up losing to the Pirates. Nor am I going to complain about how much the World of Coca-Cola tour cost. And forget about me sharing the several trips to the beach with the family. It’s just not going to happen.

I have to save some material for when I write with my students in less than three weeks. Holy crap. There will not be any adequate pacing or zooming in on details or revision, or anything of the “what good writers do” practices until later. Maybe I’ll do another Dark Emily installation later. Any requests?