The Comp Book, the last-minute lecture ideas.
Just stay with me, with this… looking at professors at SSU, Stanford, and other places.
Leaning HEAVILY on the journal the Nurse bought me.
One idea, then another.. from past Composition Books and student essays, then my own. My own ideas, then how they change with the conversations with students and their ideas for essays, their reactions to books or ideas in the classroom developed and reshaped.
That first day at Sonoma, going to Stevenson Hall only to find class was cancelled. Professor was still on a trip, to get ahold of a document or copy of, of one of his famous literary critics.
See? That level of passion, and obsession… that is what this new Road is about. Not a title or salary, or anything expected.
05:00 tomorrow morning… writing right here. Making an iced coffee and putting in fridge, with a shot of that caramel espresso dropped in.
I want passion and obsession. Like the Nurse, or Dad with aviation, my sister with winemaking, Charlotte with family law…. None of this ping-pong obligatory bullshit.
Nurse on her way over, leaving to get big kids soon. Then, Oliver’s maybe…. This weekend, will be a beacon and echoing edifice in this eternal jouRNal.