Sometimes you get what you get.  Today my treadmill speed work was interrupted by a call from Jackie’s new school.  Don’t worry, he’s fine.  He told them I was picking him up as he thought early, when really he goes to a helpful and fun, really quite neat after-school program put on or, and, sponsored by the YMCA.  I only tallied 3 or so miles, and I’m not sure much more than 30 minutes.  Tried getting back on the belt but my head was no longer there, in the gym, on that tread with me, in runner/fitness/exercise mode.  So I left.  Part of me wanted to be mad or frustrated, whatever, but, again I learned… that’s what I had, that’s what happened, and that’s with what I’ll work.

On the couch sipping what’s left of the sparkling dark cherry, and in the mood for an iced coffee…. should take stuff with me to coffee spot and work there.  Or, just stay here.  Work here.  Don’t move from the couch.  Stay here in this intense quiet and cook, work with ideas.  We need time like this, as you know I believe.

Five days from now, Fall launches.  I will use this semester to not only collect my own lectures and compile some educational manuscript, of some kind, but form more of a business plan for myself.—  And just like that, the exhaustion sets in.  From waking early with Jack and Emma, and the little run I had.  Only had a light lunch and I think that’s all the writing daddy needed today.

Should go get some coffee… hit the office supply store—  NO.  Stay. Here.  Don’t. Move.  Stay working.  Finish this goddamn book, already.  What I should do is go get some coffee for the house, so I can wake early and get some writings done for the coming semester…. I’m a mess right now, if you must know.  So much on the writer’s thought-plate.  Went in this morning to the winery and processed some big orders from yesterday and had a meeting across the street.  Always moving.  Should go to campus, really.  Order books and get that done…. Yes, I’ll do that, I guess…. Or, not.  Just left a message for the bookstore manager and hopefully he’ll give me a call back soon.  If I don’t hear from him within an hour I’ll call back.

So, more or less ready to go, for the semester.  Just want to get some writings done…

for 100 & 1A:  I ask this every term, “Why are you here?” I know you have to take the class for whatever reason, and I know what the school and the English Department say… but what do you say?  What do you want from this class?  Many answer either, “I want to be a better writer.” Or, “I want to learn to read better.” ‘Better’, is good.  But I offer you should aim to be a stronger, more confident and comfortable reader and writer.  That, is what will make you “better”…. We have so much going on in life, so much that takes up so much of our time… other classes, work,  social engagements, family.. oh, and what about that old thing called ‘time to myself’?  Remember that?  No.  Being a student is NOT easy.  But that is the very reality of studenthood that should motivate you, keep you animal-like and hungry.

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