Last night I started a blog post about the importance of family in our lives. But then I looked at my syllabus for the semester and realized, I am way behind on my work. I have at least 2 short stories to write - one for each class. I'm taking American Gothic Literature and a Fiction Writing workshop. A ton of reading to
I've been struggling a lot with school lately. More so than usual. It's not easy, working full time, being a mom and a graduate student. I'm tired of doing it. There are nights when I sit in class, listening to the kids talk about how busy they are, I just want to laugh. So many of them work part-time, are single and without kids. They don't have a clue. And there are nights when I sit in class, thinking about The Boy and everything going on in our lives that talking about the symbolism in Poe's The Black Cat seems pointless. I'm a different kind of student. Don't get me wrong, I care and I want to do well. I'm just in a different place.
So last night, I really started thinking about fiction writing and I began working on my short stories. This is what a got so far ~
Gothic: The black water of the Bronx River...
Fiction: On the nights that I woke up screaming...
I actually wrote more than this but I obviously I can't post it all here. And this morning instead of sleeping on the downtown D, I wrote. And one short story for my fiction workshop is almost complete. And I have an idea of how to approach my presentation.
So instead of writing something sappy and meaningful about how much the help of my family means to me, you get this.