Perhaps I am going to get into writing again. Perhaps it's because I met Danzy Senna yesterday and she is a lovely person with a great talent and with two small kids! Granted, she does not have a baaaabbbyy, like I do, but hers are young indeed. So far this morning, I have posted some poems online and edited some too. I have to decide to dedicate myself to it all, yet, but certainly I can work on it when I feed baby in the mornings, instead of checking my facebook again. That is a good place to start.
Speaking of facebook, someone tagged a photo of me with Danzy and yikes! I look like I'm pregnant again. I assure you, I am not (probably not anyway). Hm.
I know that the cycle of writing when you can/taking care of little kids/writing when you can/etc. leads to madness. Some people can't handle it. See: Sylvia Plath. I am not sure if I can handle it either, so perhaps I will try to take a casual, but productive path. It really can't hurt to do email submissiions when they are free and take two minutes, right?
I want to submit to Rattle, Thrush, um. I could start there.
Away, away, away now.... to check my facebook and see if someone commented on my poems.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Baby Grows Up. My Students Do Not.
On the heels of a plagiarized essay about plagiarism, I find myself looking for distraction as I grade more papers. I look to amazon, etsy, facebook, babycheapskate.com, sweetjuniper.com, quodshe.wordpress.com, but never pacingthepanicroom.com (too much navel gazing).
I look all around the interwebs, and nothing is more interesting that my own baby, who I appreciate even more today because he took two good naps! Amaaaazzziiing! And because I went to visit my aunt in the cemetery today. I brought her some beautiful yellow mums to brighten up her gravesite. There is no stone there yet. It's as if no one wants it to be true.
Anyway, I tried to look for another aunt that I lost before I was born. She was only a baby herself. Instead of finding her, I found this sad sad sad baby row at the cemetery. The stones had birth and death dates in the same year. There were lambs and angels on them. So sad.
These are the times when I try to focus on what is really important. These are the times when I am most productive in my grading, because in the big scheme of things, these freaking grades don't matter at all.
By the way, I am back.
I look all around the interwebs, and nothing is more interesting that my own baby, who I appreciate even more today because he took two good naps! Amaaaazzziiing! And because I went to visit my aunt in the cemetery today. I brought her some beautiful yellow mums to brighten up her gravesite. There is no stone there yet. It's as if no one wants it to be true.
Anyway, I tried to look for another aunt that I lost before I was born. She was only a baby herself. Instead of finding her, I found this sad sad sad baby row at the cemetery. The stones had birth and death dates in the same year. There were lambs and angels on them. So sad.
These are the times when I try to focus on what is really important. These are the times when I am most productive in my grading, because in the big scheme of things, these freaking grades don't matter at all.
By the way, I am back.
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