I’m writing about it a lot right now in my free time.*
* I have free time because I’m not teaching anymore **
** I ‘m not teaching anymore because I got that bad kind of tired*** instead of the good kind of tired****
*** You know—the kind where your spleen wants to nap all of the time, even if you’re standing up and your child is saying something cute to you.
****You know—the kind where you sit down to Make something and you look at the clock 15 minutes later and it’s, well, 2 hours later. That kind of tired.
P.S.S. If you are interested in talking to me about the Big Writing Project***** I’m tackling right now, email me****** firstname.lastname@example.org *******:
*****It’s more than a blog post in length, more than a poem in length. That makes it a Big Writing Project.
******What should you email me? I’m thinking just like a question, like “Hey—what are you writing about? I want to talk to you about it because maybe I will have some ideas that will help you since it’s probably about Making and I’m totally interested in that topic. Also will you send me that picture of your Polyester Letters That Spell MAKE?”********
*******I mean it. I’d love to hear from you. And by asking you to email rather than comment, nobody will know if no one else actually responds to this offer and thereby my own Writerly Underwear will not be placed Gingerly on the outside of my Writerly Pants. And I will not be walking around on the interwebs looking like a Girl In Need of Friend To Tell Her How It Really Is.
********If you ask me this, I will email you back and answer your questions and the question about the picture and whether you can have a copy for your laptop screensaver will be YES.