Hi, friends. We’ve come to that part of the semester where papers have begun pouring in, encroaching like kudzu into my writing time. I put them off, pretend they aren’t there, because once I start grading, it will be a steady stream until the end of the semester. Does that mean I’m frantically scribbling trying to catch those words before tending the papers? I mean. Surely you know better. Their existent looms. My desire to ignore them becomes its own task. It’s silly. Isn’t it easier to just grade them? Absolutely. Yesterday, I looked at a few. It’s never as terrible as I think it is. I can do four or five at a time, it doesn’t have to consume my whole day. There’s still time for writing. And yet. And yet.
On Balance
On Balance
On Balance
Hi, friends. We’ve come to that part of the semester where papers have begun pouring in, encroaching like kudzu into my writing time. I put them off, pretend they aren’t there, because once I start grading, it will be a steady stream until the end of the semester. Does that mean I’m frantically scribbling trying to catch those words before tending the papers? I mean. Surely you know better. Their existent looms. My desire to ignore them becomes its own task. It’s silly. Isn’t it easier to just grade them? Absolutely. Yesterday, I looked at a few. It’s never as terrible as I think it is. I can do four or five at a time, it doesn’t have to consume my whole day. There’s still time for writing. And yet. And yet.