So I had this idea that once my program was done and, of course, my novel too, that I would be on my way to publishing greatness after a few well-worded emails and query letters. At the very least, I believed that I would replace all my writing-for-school time with writing-for-me time.
How cute.
Most of my writing these days consists of transforming a bulleted list of dry statistics or some last-minute drastic organizational changes into an exciting feel-good memo to the masses. Creativity indeed, but not exactly what I had in mind as I slogged through grad school. And certainly not an avenue for my sarcasm gene if I want to keep my job.
I haven't sent a query letter in ages, so that's on me. I have been hoping for miraculous news from Ellery Queen or Alfred Hitchcock Magazine and stalling with the "moving on" part. Sound familiar? It's definitely time to revisit the list and send out another batch. Also, I've been (unconsciously, I promise!) ignoring my friends who have wonderful publications and might consider one of my stories. Time to get back out there!
I know that sounds like dating advice - it's not that different, really, though I only know one or two who managed their dating life via spreadsheet or other tracking tool. You know who you are. For the record, this level of organization is inspiring in its raw drive for results! I'll endeavor to channel some of that energy into my quest for publication. Soon. I promise.
I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to teach since last summer, so a good chunk of time was dedicated to fitting in my online classroom training around my day job which was then followed by ACTUAL teaching via said online classroom.While I love that I can check into my classroom in the morning before I get ready for my day and periodically afterwards, I find myself in there way too much - like early days of Facebook too much. And there are no real days off. Romantic weekend away with my boyfriend in Virginia wine country? Totally in my classroom grading discussion posts while he's in the shower or getting coffee or waiting for me patiently. Same for every weekend, holiday, and evening. He's a good sport.
It's great to see my students engage with the material and grow. A few have surprised me with their perception and skill. The rock stars definitely make the effort easier. When I feel like the material isn't enough to convey what they need to feel empowered to complete their assignments well, I make a short video. I'd love to teach in person, but the thought of trying to squeeze in classroom time right now is just not possible. My boyfriend would leave me, my dog would never forgive me, and all my hair would fall out from stress and sleep deprivation. Not good.
So, as I encourage my students - mostly working adults - to dig deep, I guess I have to as well. I turned my light back on for one of those middle-of-the-night story epiphanies last night. I'll keep that pad and pen handy and hope those bursts of maybe-brilliance continue. I'll review my submission list and send out some more work. I'll write some new stories. I'm making no promises to go back to the gym or cut out ice cream, but I think I can commit to some greater focus on my writing life. It's as close to a resolution as I'm inclined to get and hopefully the beginning of a new kind of professional life. One that I write for myself.
