Timer set, 25 min to write and post. Was going to use bathroom to splash water on face but one of the cleaning gents is in there now, tending to his character’s role, and job, and I think of what else I can do to the characters of yesterday’s short, and nothing I conclude. Oh, and I recognize I misspelled Dostoevsky’s name yesterday (think it was yester’).. anyway, apologies Fyodor! This morning, light mist and or drizzle on drive over, and I thought of my dissertation or writing sample for a PhD program, which now is very much possible in that I’ll be teaching more and more classes earning my family more and more money and pouring at a new TR, soon! I only think of Jack and how he sees me, and I want him to see his father as a FULL professor and writer, one who’s gone as far as he can go with his credentials, and that his father is alway studying, always working. The coffee works slow this morning and my typos are multitudinous, scattered, me keeping the delete button busy then retyping. Hemingway’s up today, along with Plath and Dickinson. Haven’t seen the students in a week, so they’ll be tired I’m sure.. I’ll wake them up with music and writing and an animated professor! Have to keep sipping, the connection’s coming, I know. Hemingway, with his hard stare and direct prose should also shake them in the latter part of class when we read aloud. To get a feel for his sentences and rhythm.. putting that in lecture notes…
Think he may be out of the restroom now, but I only have 17-something left to write. AND post! Not enough time, I’ll rush in there after these sentences.. sneeze twice. Allergies already, this lovely weather’s tariff. Should have brought that other Comp Book, the one I had set aside for MY studies. Can’t wait to one day go back to school, and I know my wife also empathizes, wanting to one day get her Master’s and already haven taken some added seminars for college credit and raised pay. And I was thinking, money won’t be an issue when returning to school as by then the writing and blogging will already be in flight AND I’ll be teaching, so there will be NO financial harm to my matriculation. AND, if I can as Michael suggested, I’ll be in-program for free. I mean, why should I pay? Even if it is Stanford, or Berkley, or Davis?
Today, get more into the students and their stories and have them be more interested in each other’s stories and how their lives work and how the functionality of their respective stories reaches the person asking (make sense?). Not so much an interview but a genuine discussion– And I feel it again, that morning rush I have so many times in this adjunct nook (no longer calling it a ‘cell’.. that’s what my job at the winery did to me, gave me that mood, made me see it and Life that way.. so happy to be free.. Fredrick Douglas said that ‘Knowledge makes man unfit to be a slave’. Now I understand.. and I’m not trivializing his experience or words, I’m just seeing more of what I went through after stumbling upon his quote this morning..).
Little over 10 mins to Self. Alice messages that J is still asleep. My poor tired little Artist, partying last night at Mom’s house, all the fun he had over the weekend… Nap will do him quite well at school today, I’m sure. I’ll get him early so he can rest and play with Papa at home. Wish I could be with him all the time, but that would harm him in keeping him from the world and other characters. He needs exposure to the reality around him, I’m learning this as ‘father’. I’m still learning, very much, and that’s one thing I’ve learned from this project is that the story WILL change and I WILL change with it. 6 minutes. Deadline approaches, time to get into character, time 6:41.. I’ll put on some spoken word beats with an ambient feel to them.. I’m here, I’m ready, a writer, professor, Human and character– Story changing, for me, my family, and scenery.. Namaste.