… it’s the only way the flowers will grow, after all.
I’ve been asked to write an article for a journal on adult education and I’ve been trying to focus ideas so I can write a proposal for the next women-in-literacy book … and can I just say that my brain is DRY?
It’s funny. I kind of felt as though I’d broken through something in August. I was dead tired most of the month, but I still managed to do a LOT of writing. I was able to push myself to get the words out of my head and onto the page. And it felt good. Felt lasting. Ha. Of course, just when I take my writing for granted, the bright green thread is lost.
I have ten days to get both pieces together. And in that time I also have to move my office, slog through a registration for classes that we filled last week, get started with both of my classes … anyway, many things that need to happen before month’s end.
But none of those things will happen today or tomorrow. So this weekend I’m watering the dirt. I’m going to set everything else aside. Am I worried about the ‘little hater‘? Oh, sure, but I’ve beaten her before. This time will be no different.