As I look forward to the release of my book, I have been turning to dreams, random thoughts, and conversations for writing inspiration.
The other day I was brought to tears by the beauty of a story someone told and I thought: Wouldn’t it suck if we couldn’t feel? I have been through bouts of the emotional doldrums, and that thought immediately inspired a short story about an unfeeling world, which I felt moved to write at 2:30 in the morning. Writing at that time comes with a price when you have kids.
That kind of sums up my Labor Day weekend. As a teacher I must mentally prepare myself to get back to the grind, and I’ve held onto this up-to-the-last-second denial that I will actually be returning to work. It hit me all at once with this kind of full-body numbness. No more staying up late at night, or spending long leisurely mornings getting ready with the kids. Even after ten years of teaching I still get nervous at the beginning of every year. So damn nervous too.
Well, looking to enjoy the last gasp of summer with my family. I hear tomorrow’s weather should be good.