A few weeks ago, in a "I just finished writing that final paper for the class from hell" euphoria, I put in a bid for a writing project. They were providing the research, and I figured I could knock it out in a weekend--or at the very least in the evenings when the mid-term exam schedule freed me from my usual evening duties of paper grading or lesson development.
It's been an interesting project and WAY more than I ever anticipated. The research they provided me was virtually useless. (It's difficult to turn 150 words on a topic into 400 words without sounding like one of my students ostentatiously using adjectives to cover their lack of understanding.) So I've been parked on my sofa for what feels like the last ten years of my life, taking mini breaks to do laundry or wash dishes.
The worst part, though, is that the process of writing--even writing these silly biographies--has sparked my creativity that seems to have been dormant for the last year. I've had to place one of my blank notebooks next to me to sketch and record ideas as they strike, and I'm itching to get this all done so I can actually sit down and turn these ideas into reality.
I'm so excited by all of this. So far, I have a sketch for a picture frame (that will be produced both with and without photos), some digital poetry, a couple of dresses, a few paintings, and writing projects. I've recruited my dear one to help me with the business side of things, and the possibilities are encouraging.
Well, once this project is finished!
It's been an interesting project and WAY more than I ever anticipated. The research they provided me was virtually useless. (It's difficult to turn 150 words on a topic into 400 words without sounding like one of my students ostentatiously using adjectives to cover their lack of understanding.) So I've been parked on my sofa for what feels like the last ten years of my life, taking mini breaks to do laundry or wash dishes.
The worst part, though, is that the process of writing--even writing these silly biographies--has sparked my creativity that seems to have been dormant for the last year. I've had to place one of my blank notebooks next to me to sketch and record ideas as they strike, and I'm itching to get this all done so I can actually sit down and turn these ideas into reality.
I'm so excited by all of this. So far, I have a sketch for a picture frame (that will be produced both with and without photos), some digital poetry, a couple of dresses, a few paintings, and writing projects. I've recruited my dear one to help me with the business side of things, and the possibilities are encouraging.
Well, once this project is finished!
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