Change in the Wind
Finally, I have re-arranged my blog a bit to make it a bit more friendly to myself, if not to my visitors. This new arrangment will make it easier for me to post more frequently.
I’m closing on a new home Friday. After the closing, I’ll tell you about the magic I had to do to get this house.
I’m also finishing up finals right now. I have two more classes worth of portfolios to grade, a task that’s not terribly arduous in that I don’t need to write comments on them. At the same time, every time I read a sentence like “Many people think that literature is a way for people to express emotions and ideas in language, and the author uses his language to express an image of loneliness in the ideas and words of the poem” my fingers twitch toward my red pen. Fortunately, the vast majority of my students are wonderful, and I get a lot more stuff that makes me want to write “wow” and “cool” in the margin, rather than “what the hell does that mean?” And, of course, even those who spin out those tangled webs of words probably mean something — they’re just not skilled in communicating their ideas yet.
As far as current projects go — yeah. I’m working on a novel; it involves a modern mage living in Chicago. Original, right? I’m working on poetry, too. As far as books on magic go . . . maybe I’m burned out. I’ve toyed with the idea of a book about divination, and I like the idea of a book of spells that isn’t. But mostly, I’ve noticed that the stuff I’d like to read (and therefore write) doesn’t really sell. C’est la vie.