Stuck in Neutral

I had a great idea for a novel. I was walking past a wishing well with my two sons. The idea came out of nowhere. I got in the car, took out my iPod, and captured my idea.

Then yesterday I had another one. I took out my iPod and recorded the idea before it vanished.

Newsflash: I'm no closer today to starting my novel than I was 11 years ago.

I wonder if I'll ever be.

Paris

I don't know why it's become an obsession. It was just a book. But now it's a dream. Now it's the focus for my creative writing class. Now it's more than just a picture on my wall.


Sometimes I stare out the window and realize how far away Paris really is. And then my elbow hurts. And my eyes get worse. And my heart wonders how long it will keep beating if I ignore it?

We can dream forever. No matter what day it is, there's always tomorrow. Or maybe there's no tomorrow. I can't remember.

I saw you the other night and now I can't stop thinking about you.

Game On

11 years. That's how long it took to get the first degree. So I have some experience. After a three-year break, I'm back in the game. And that's exactly what it is: a game. The world's a stage, right? And we're the players.

I hate reading...textbooks. I read a lot (still not as much as an English teacher should, but still). I read Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close over Memorial Day weekend. I'm reading Catcher in the Rye for the second time. But these textbooks are overtaking our lives. Sucking all the reading desire out of us.

Thank heaven for the art of skimming.

If skimming were a sport, I'd be a pro.

Eyes on the Prize

When I was a kid, I really wanted glasses. And braces. This is how bad peer pressure gets. I wanted these things because I saw other people who had them, and I wanted to be like them.

I'm probably not the only person who's had this thought. But I may be the only one who went this far. I could see the diagram just fine.

But I lied. I squinted my eyes when I could see fine all along. This was before the days of glasses with no prescription. I needed the prescription. And I got it.

And here I am now, -4.00 prescription in both eyes, wondering if it was ever meant to be. I'm going back to school this summer (Masters at UVU), and I'm asking myself: am I doing this for the right reasons?

Welcome Back

I have hoards of students who inspire me. Some of them push me to be a better blogger. Some of them are so good they make me want to stop writing.

So here I go. No assignments. No quotes from movies or songs (those can be found here). Just me.

Be careful what you never thought you asked for.