If this is a blanket, then I don't want to sleep.
Usually the cold weather doesn't get to me, but this morning I really froze my ass off. It made me thankful that both of my classes are in the same building as my office, as lazy as that sounds. This semester I have my Very First Course Release ever. I feel so lucky!
Usually I get here early (by 8:30). Yesterday Ray had a checkup, so I rolled in around 10:30. All day I felt totally behind.
Today's the first day of my advanced undergrad poetry workshop. I'm going to ask Mona, my teaching intern, to give the students advice about their lives as writers.
Now I'm going to ask you, too. What advice would you give a beginning (but not totally new) poet regarding the craft, the process, survival in general?