The Good Life. |
Sometimes, I think I want to be a writer again. But then I remember that writing is work. Heh. As many of you know, I am not allergic to work, like many of the seven-year-olds who walk through my school door thinking they want to be Hendrix or Swift, only discover that learning guitar takes practice - hours and hours of it - and hurts your fingers. No, work doesn't bother me. But I do too many kinds of work at a time right now as it is. It's good to know your limitations. Still, I miss writing. Reach 300 students at MTMS by 12/31/11. We were closed all weekend, and I worked on yard work. But as of yesterday, we dipped back to 169 and up again to 171. This withdrawal - one dude, a double lesson - never paid his May tuition. Then he kept missing his double lesson in May and asking for make-ups by email, but completely ignored his statement and my request that he call in with a tuition payment by the end of last week. I believe this may be the first withdrawal that we forced on a client. Reading: One book per week. Still weeding through Eldest. Enjoying it, even getting sucked in a bit, but nothing like the Twilight series. I find that interesting fodder for analysis. It's got to be the narrative drive. Meyer's writing just moves. Paolini sweeps Tolkien-esque across sprawling landscapes, with an occasional zoom in on plot and characters. I can envision legato, crescendoing music as the camera swirls in fast-motion around the towering mountain peaks... but I'm still not as engaged as I would be in a fast-paced action film. Writing: (1) Blog at MT.com by the end of Wednesday: Guess I missed this entirely last week. And... oops... today is Wednesday again. (2) 30 minutes of daily freestyle writing: I hardly think the paragraph above took 30 minutes to write. I'm tired of my weight-loss goal. |