I intended to keep up better with my blog.
I intended to finish a novel and a play.
I intended to market my plays and obtain an agent, or at least work more toward that goal.
I intended to have all of my classes completely ready to go for the new semester by this time.
It didn’t happen. Life intervened in fabulous, fulfilling ways as well as horrible, heart-breaking ways.
The privacy of my family will not allow me to go into details, but I am learning that life and work will rarely ever be in balance. Perhaps for a few fleeting moments, but the balance we all seek, and should, is a lofty one and largely unreachable. We will be out of balance more often than not, but we will find ways to cope, to compromise, to hope, to find our way.
These best of times feed and hinder my work.
These worst of times feed and hinder my work.
It isn’t a balance.
It is something else altogether.
It is a body.
All of this is crazy. What do I mean?
I don’t really know what life is.
But I love it.
I just wish he had, too.
The submission deadline for the Fall/Winter 2019 edition of Teach. Write. has come in the midst of this frenzy. I contemplated extending the deadline, but I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the things I would need to do to make that happen.
So, I will print the lovely pieces that I have, and I will find the other work I need.
Or I will write them myself.
Publication is still slated for September 1.