typing in mendo class. First section done, met them briefly and sent them to write their second papers. Student in the 11AM section, with her short story– more literary might than I’ve exhibited in some of my recent bouts but I’m back into my usual rampant marathon prose, with this nov 1st deadline for whoso and the novel’s draft being done by the end of today. But then I have to print. Where do I find the time to do that? On my November break: 3, 6 & 7. I guess that’s when. Quiet in this room. Handing back the papers for the 11AM section and meeting with the authorial student and hopefully some of the others so I can better position them for submission. Less than 20 meetings for the term left. How did that happen?
Want to get home early, spend time with Jackie, Ms. Alice. Driving up this morning, sipping my coffee– black, no mocha– I watched rain, that extending arm of fog into that valley, to my left, north on 101 just past Hopland. Wish I could have stopped, to write or take a picture or breathe some of that air, but I couldn’t– times, deadlines, constriction– that old position.
Need more coffee, but the cafeteria on this campus stresses me, that little shop far too crowded and loud for a write that’s for sure. Love when this classroom’s quiet. Should back up my work on this goddamn thing, this laptop. One of 35 Laws was to use it much less, to actually WRITE more.. so much for that. Dav before he left was going to give me his typewriter, but that never happened and I don’t blame him, and the story behind how he acquired that is amazing– on the photo mission in that abandoned SF building just off of Fell street I think. Still need to read his letter, write him back. I’ll do the same, print the letter and send some 500-word pieces. Started my new streak: 500 words standalone a day, see how long that lasts. Uncomfortable in this chair, at this desk at class’ head.. feel my shoulders rising while I type and my posture adjusting unwantingly.. ugh!
Coffee, coffee.. more more more. Glad the rain’s come back. Need it for the writing and my temperament lately. It calms and evens this writer, unlike this commute lately, and the winery.
I want to track my stats again, this time be incredibly “on top of it”. So I’ll start with yesterday– two standalones (500 word piece and the poem into whoso), and some journaling. Think that’s it. And today so far, just this, this sitting in the Performing Arts classroom. Look left, map on wall of world so much I haven’t seen and I don’t want to travel too much as I don’t want to be away from Kerouac too much, my wife.. so what to do, no idea have to work it out but how. Add that to the November days off list I guess.
And the first 11AM-er cometh in– time to change character. MY character that is.