The . . . Great? . . . Work?
Today was not particularly productive. I was going to bang out two of my three syllabi today, but that didn’t really happen and probably won’t. I spent most of the day sitting in my still-empty house reading a paperback and waiting for a guy to come and write some numbers down on the gas meter.
I was supposed to write an article for Rending the Veil magazine, a really excellent online magical journal, but the holidays kind of ate my brain.
Ideas are weird. I get them in clusters: I’ll get lots of poetry ideas for a week or two, some fiction ideas, some ideas about things I’d like to write about magic — and then nothing. Or I’ll get three ideas for scholarly research I’d like to do, and then nothing for weeks. Mostly, I’ve been gearing my mind up to course construction for the upcoming semester, so I wonder if that’s why I’m not so productive writing right now.
It’s also weird how guilty it makes me feel sometimes, as if I should be completely productive in every single field I write in all the time.