A pause, a rose, something on paper

(a title stolen from Lyn Hejinian's My Life)

It's 8:56 on a Thursday morning. I have already seen LG off to school and had my blood drawn. And for the first time since school began on a Thursday, a writing day, I can actually write. That is, write something other than official documents, such as my statement of teaching philosophy and abstracts for conferences, which, while important as documents, really aren't pleasurable or real intellectual/creative work. So, what exactly was I working on before all that? Oh yes, not writing much because I was doing IVF.

I need to get myself back into old projects. I need to be excited about getting back into old projects. I've forbidden myself from doing anything related to teaching on Thursdays (you know, except answering the occasional urgent student email). Today is about writing. And reading. And doing those life things that otherwise don't get done.

It promises to be a good day.