There’s a great piece on maintaining one’s writing motivation, keeping the numbers up, so to speak, that I highly recommend here.
We returned from AWP at 3 am Monday morning. I love Amtrak; I really do. And we even slept in our seats this time, to save money. Still love it. Please, President Obama, open some more hubs so I don’t have to get to the east coast by way of Chicago.
A banner week teaching. A student I had about ten years ago, a student I truly fretted about at the time–bright, so very, very bright, but so bitter, angry, cynical, unable, due to past circumstances, to imagine any way life could turn out better than it had thus far–a student I have often thought about since that year, have even written about . . .found me on facebook. Remembered my encouragement in spite of the resistance it met. . .
One look at this former student’s page was all it took to see that potential so perfectly realized. The life now lived in academia, in a lively college town, the apparently happy family, the broad smile on the glowing face, the smile I don’t think I ever saw that year.
That, my friends, is what it’s all about. I’ll be living on that smile for a long time. Maybe forever.