You guys, I have been deeply remiss about posting lately.
It hasn’t been because I haven’t had ideas. I could talk about my recent eye surgery (!) or a recent concert I went to where the smug maestro mixed Mozart with smooth jazz. I could even finish my comprehensive essay titled, “Why Everyone Needs To Lay Off Superman And Give The Poor Dude A Chance To Be Cool”.
Really, I suppose that stress has somehow flattened any creative impulses that have attempted to flutter through my brain. Lately, blogging has kind of been like trying to water a plant that is already dead.
That was morbid. Scratch that.
Blogging has been kind of like trying to play with a disinterested cat. You can wave your carefully crafted string toy in front of its nose all you want, but really you’re just going to get your pride hurt. That cat wants nothing to do with you. My creative impulse is that disinterested cat, at the moment.
Still though, there are tiny glimmers of hope! For instance, Laura sent me an e-mail the other day with the words, “have you seen this???”
There was a link to a website, which I clicked eagerly. From Laura’s tone, I either suspected some sort of heinous movie sequel news or maybe some gory pictures of amputees or something.
I don’t judge what you do on the internet.
Anyway, upon clicking, I discovered a teacher’s resource website. See, okay. Backstory.
A friend of mine from high school is now an English teacher. He seems like the coolest kind of English teacher, too, like the kind that lets you draw all over the white board and do creative projects about the books you’re reading, so long as it shows thought about the source material etc. etc.
How do I know he is so cool?
Friends, I am being taught. My work is being forced upon the young people of America, and I couldn’t be happier. It is somewhat satisfying to know that somewhere, a teacher is placing my rants on men’s earrings and cold weather in front of bewildered children, and asking them to pick nouns out of my sentences riddled with improper commas and made-up words, although it makes me reconsider my penchant for blue language.
Haha, okay, no it doesn’t.
It’s a good thing, to be read. It bolsters that aforementioned creative impulse just a little bit, gives it a swift kick in the rump and says, “somebody’s WATCHING, act like you’re working!”
And by the way?
I tried to do that worksheet.
And I totally failed that assignment.