He ate and drank the precious Words-
His Spirit grew robust-
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust –
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book – What Liberty
A loosened Spirit brings
Hi guys! Loooong time, no talk. Current scene: I’m in my comfiest of clothes, which I fully intend on picking Bean up from school in because I don’t care who judges. Rocking some Weezer on the house speakers, inhaling my lunch, and typing all of this with a huge smile because I did it. I took my geology final today, got my term paper back (with good marks!), and have almost finished all my finals. I see the light!
In nonbook related news, I am now the mother of a 5 year old Bean and 2 year old Squish. How is that even possible? How?! I’m also prepped to step into the role as a writing tutor for the Carol Jones Writing Center at the college I attend. Bigger news–my passion has revealed itself to me in a slightly terrifying but definitely exciting way. Those who have followed my blog in the past know that I started college wanting to pursue my master’s in Library Science. And that hasn’t changed! However, it’s going on the back burner for a bit because I realized I really want to teach. And I really want to teach high school English. So that’s the road I’m going down now though I fully intend on still getting my Master’s in Library Science and stepping into the role of middle or high school librarian later in life. And this semester has taught me SO much.
I have made it through this semester and come out the other side not a different person, but a more aware and affirmed one. This semester, full of creative writing and classic literature from around the world has reminded me why I went to college in the first place. Literature is a beautiful sea that I wouldn’t mind drowning in. I feel like I have discovered more about myself in the past five months than I ever did the past 29 years of my life. Taking British Literature (Britlit) and American Literature (Amlit) have introduced me to new and different points of view and “grounded” me back into my calling. I re-read The Scarlet Letter, this time not from the point of view of a fifteen year old high school student, but from as a woman who life has really dealt a rough hand to in recent years and felt like I read a completely different novel than the first time. I was introduced to Walden, by Thoreau, and that novel (manifesto?) reached down into a part of me I didn’t realize existed in me and awakened them. Then good old Emily Dickinson coaxed them out into the light and made me wake up.
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
“I know perfectly well my own egotism,
Know my omnivorous lines and must not write any less.” (Walt Whitman)
“Why do you stay here and live this mean moiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you? Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these.”
“The universe is wider than our views of it.”
“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”
We have read so many great authors and stories this semester. Not only have I revisited Hawthorne and Dickinson, but I have introduced myself to Herman Melville, Walt Whitman, Thoreau, Anne Bradstreet, Milton…the list goes on and on. And now the semester draws to a close with the exciting promise of the continuation of the same next semester in Amlit and Britlit II.
I’m also planning to join the college’s Literary Magazine…the professor in charge was my Creative Writing teacher this year and has asked me to join and submit some of my own works! In the spirit of being more Me than I’ve ever been, I’ll link my two short stories from this semester at the bottom. Please be gentle. I know they are far from perfect but they’re still my babies. As Emily Dickinson says “Publication is the Auction of the Mind of Man.”
I honestly haven’t read much “for fun” this semester. I read Two Dark Reigns by Kendare Blake, Good Omens by Pratchett and Gaiman, The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty, Thunderhead by Shusterman, Dry (also by Shusterman), and I’m currently working through Crooked Kingdom by Bardugo. I’m also reading Moby Dick, Half the Church (Carolyn Custis James), and about to start Queen of Air and Darkness (Clare).
My new goal for 2019 is to write at least once a month. I may not also have a lot to discuss bookwise, and I’m finding that my blog has shifted from purely YA to a good mix of Adult and YA. As it should be, in my opinion. Everyone needs to eventually grow as readers because reading and literature doesn’t make you grow, what’s the point of it?
Tell me what you have been up to! What are you reading? Any new books I’ve missed that I need to add to my TBR? I have dearly missed this blog and I’m happy to be back.