6/2/13. 8:32am. May be visiting Grandma after work. Need to write everything, in this capture-all approach. Even thoughts that may seem trite, wrong, or just juvenile. Like when shaving, I thought “almost all my ‘good’ days begin with a good shave,” meaning I don’t cut myself or get some peculiar razor rash. I thought, “That’s lame, it sounds like a commercial.” But it was a thought, a small reflection, so I had to write it down.
Shouldn’t be as hot today. Decided that this writing, and yes blogging, endeavor must be done solo. I don’t want to depend on people, or some group, not serious about their work. Or these social media twits boasting themselves as wine experts. They just talk a lot, that doesn’t make them sagacious. On any level. Or the other bloggers, simply posting some obscure recipe or drink type the like, or “love,” ever other week, or once a month. Why would anyone follow your material? And this type, the last cited especially, I have NO urge to collaborate.
8:44am. Time, attacking with its own volcanic rage. No time to write anything really worth of readership. And this desk, all cluttered. Focusing on screen, right HERE, since when I away gaze my heart’s RPM rockets outside radar reach. Need coffee, bad. With June and July’s schedules, I’ll be off T/W, which means more writing time. AND, time to adequately prep for my best-ever semester. Need to order my books, decide upon Authors, texts. For 1A: Plath, Capote, Faulkner.. DONE. 5 [Adv Comp]: Poe, Shakur, Hughes [Langston].. DONE. Now, just need to order texts. Really want students to consider the Author, with their textual considerations and approaches. Research exercises right from initiating session. Glad I have that settled. Now, to write the lectures. Excited to see how students take to Faulkner’s work, especially. Same with Shakur’s, from a more intricate analytical disposition.