From time to time, I have asked readers to send me ideas (here, or via email) for blog topics. Five years in and 700 blog posts past my start here, I do get stale from time to time. So, drop me an email, a tweet, or a response here. If it is related to writing, publishing, the scholarly life, becoming a thriving faculty member, dealing with depression, anxiety, or other emotional barriers to succeeding as a scholar, I will write it! Give me a good challenge. I will try to be up to the ask.
1) in pain and discomfort. I have to admit, a good deal.
2) resting. It is mostly all I do.
3) writing at least a half hour a day. Given that it does not increase or decrease my pain, I might as well take in the sense of meaning it gives me. It is not going to be my best work, but it does not have to be.
4) steadied by the love of my sweetheart
5) lifted by the warmth of my friendships
6) inspired by the scholars I work with
7) comforted by my dogs
8) needing it all, right now.
30 minute writing block, three hours post-knee replacement surgery. Full of weird drugs. Strange machines attached to me, beeping their mysterious calls. Nurses checking vitals constantly. Strange and deep pain. Oxygen monitor on my pinky, making it hard to type.
147 words on an article exploring literary tools for autoethnography. This is going to be a good one! I will do it again tomorrow. And the next day. Why? Because that is what and who I wish to be.
How? Applying the tools I have learned, developed, mastered, and now teach through workshops, my scholarship, my blog, and coaching practice. I love that I have so many tools and methods that I can apply to myself, help others perform, tweak, adjust, adapt, create. I always am working at honing my practice.
Sound a bit arrogant? Maybe, but I am feeling pretty good about this writing block, under the circumstances, and about what I have to offer to others. Or maybe it is the drugs 😼😼
Today, I am going in for my second knee replacement. Unlike the first, I am not afraid. If all goes well, I will be sitting in my writing chair, dogs in lap, on Saturday. I will have some pain, but I will be fine. I will have what I need. Love. Warmth. Dogs. Writing. I will get knee-care coach/significant other Sandy to bring me some sushi. I will start my online workshop next week. I will slowly get back in the swing of things. Near the end of March, I go back to teaching.
And sorry for the downturn in new blog posts.I will be getting back to it soon.
I am writing at my favorite coffee house. Like every day, I am not concerned with how much I write. If I am focused, if all of us are focused, and we stay in process, day after day, the writing gets done. I have my writing agenda. I have an entry point in my primary article. I enter, I keep my head in check. I stay out of my own way. I write.