Day in the Life of an Idiot

Image: Willow (a black cat draped morosely over the radiator) wants you to know that Mondays are hard.

Since Rhubarb has joined our crew, Willow makes many more "tired of your crap" faces than I swear she ever used to. Either that, or she's turning into Garfield, the cat (in)famous for his hatred of Mondays.

I just finished up reading and critiquing the student submission for tonight's class and now I need to sit down and seriously consider what I want to talk about. TECHNICALLY, I have a syllabus, but I very intentionally made it vague when I proposed it so that I could change my mind about what I want to teach, session to session. According to the syllabus, I'm supposed to talk further about plot. I could do this, since we only scratched the surface of the idea of plot last session, but I am contemplating whether or not I have ENOUGH I want to say about it. I have not yet drawn this set of students my inverted version of the rising tension arc, so there's that.  We've also not really discussed the various ways in which story structure can be decolonized, something I have a lot less experience with writing, but which I should probably mention?  I dunno. I may spend part of the afternoon reviewing some sources and decide if I have anything I actually want to say about any of it or if I just want to throw together a resource list and have the students do their own reading on the subject. 

Think. Think. Think, as Pooh Bear is wont to say. 

Anyway, that's me? I spent much of the weekend working on a sea-themed (mostly sharks!) quilt for a friend out in California. 

How's you? How was your weekend.