One More Dream

Someday, I dream of having a study. I want at least one large window or two medium windows. I want shelves along every wall. There will be a cushy chair in one corner where I can read comfortably or take small snoozes. I'll have a tall desk so I can actually put my legs underneath it; it will need lots of drawers too. My chair will be slightly soft or perhaps just sturdy wood. I've found it's usually easier to focus on a hard chair. My desk will be relatively tidy since I'll pile most of my junk on the many shelves.

Now that I think of it, I might have a shelf-less corner with a kitchenette where I can make tea or toast or some small snack.

I've also imagined having a sunroom instead so that I can be even closer to the outside. I've found that some of my best writing has occurred outside.

Someday.

For now, tutoring is going well. I really enjoy working with students, and I seem to be helping them. It's always slow work, but that's what you need if you want real work to get done. I'm looking forward to making small classes. Poetry! The world needs more poetry, real poetry, poetry with conviction, poetry with purpose, poetry with craft as opposed to "poetic license." Unfortunately and thankfully, I will have to do much more research before I can begin that project. The work is before me; I look forward to it.

I'm off to write for Michael. I'm not sure what he's up to. I began him by committing myself to making no rules, no plot requirements, no need for it to make sense. Slowly, his world is forming a sense of its own. I'm not sure how wild it's going to get. Last night, I started thinking crazy thoughts about dimensions: x, y, z, α, β, γ, δ, etc.

I started reading and writing about it, so goodbye!