Finished off and mailed my third packet, then tried to clear and organize my desk, ready for the next month -- a new chapter to write, one about which I am especially nervous, since it involves race issues with which I'm still grappling in an embarrassingly elementary way. But the process is so wonderful -- all my brain cells tingling.
The biggest challenge will be getting anything started next week when the children are on spring break. Hopefully I can squeeze in some reading and thinking, and then start on the writing the week following. I am not reading as much as I'm meant to or want to. My brain is screaming at me to SLOW DOWN and that's where I end up doing things most slowly, but in part because I am not just reading but teaching myself, line by line, page by page. Morrison's "Beloved" is a marvelous case in point. The pile by my bed just grows and grows...
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