And I have the attention span of a gerbil…
…that’s on speed!
Self-involved post temporarily preempted: As my students were quietly working on the computer, I stepped out to use “the facilities” and the wind, which is usually at least slightly present had died. It’s been in the mid 60s all morning and a little humid, so the stillness made it feel pretty muggy, almost unpleasantly so. There was a hint of something undeniable in the air, a palpable tension. I made my way back to my classroom, a chill running down my spine that had nothing to do with cold. Not five minutes later, as I raced to hack out a blog post before the students finished their alotted 25 minutes on the computer, something seemed to snap and, with a sense of awe, I watched the precise moment that the weather changed. Wind gushed through the trees in a torrent and chill air drifted in through my open door. I stepped out onto the walkway and it feels like the temperature already dropped at least 10°.
I saw the weather change! So freaking cool! :D
And getting back to the post already in progress:
I wrote something today and it felt fantastic. For the last several months writing has felt like agonizing work every time I’ve attempted anything remotely creative. (Really, I am so sorry for the following analogy because, ew, but it’s apt, I promise!) The nearest (and really gross if you think about it too much) analogy I can think of is constipation or a urinary tract infection. Every little bit of writing that I’ve been able to get out has been agonizing and leaves me feeling depressed that I can’t WRITE like I used to.
So, today, as I waited in the drive-thru at McDonald’s for a much-needed iced latte (it was in the 60s as I’m sure you recall), the shoddily painted brick wall gave me an idea for a scene (I’m not sure if it’s for a book or a short story). I jotted down the brass tacks and continued on my merry way. The latte was very strong, by the way, but that was fantastic! When I got to work, early as always or I won’t beat the traffic that will make me late, I had some time, so I sat down with pen and paper and started to write.
My first attempt was stunted early. I didn’t set up enough exposition and was it quickly (within three sentences) clear that I was going to run into a brick wall. So I grabbed a clean sheet and started where it was supposed to start and it flowed! It was such a wonderful feeling that as the time for class quickly approached, I was really sad to stop for fear that I would lose my momentum. It remains to be seen if the return of my ease of writing is permanent or not, but I certainly hope it is.