Five blog ideas today
Seriously. Five. I woke up early (translation: wife woke me up early), spent time in ye ole coal mine, shouted like a madman at the children, openly made fun of coworkers who secretly patronized me behind my back (and plotted death plots and other forms of madness), travel to the comic book store and the cheese steak place, had five blog ideas (including one or two random story ideas), but waited until I got home to write them down.
The result: I have one blog idea. I’m writing about the blog ideas that got away.
Forgetting blog ideas is silly because I have my laptop and notebook at work. If I really wanted to I could write everything down and it would be there for the taking later on. I could probably even post these things from work and thus the wife would be happy because she could read my insanity when her job bored her down to a dull, dreary, Internet excursion. The only thing that tells me (what the workaholic in me tells me, at least, and the slacker, and the other conflicting personas in my life) is that I don’t want to remember these ideas enough.
My other suspicion is that teaching requires so much mental energy that escaping to write (which is arguably more work) would be a mistake. I’m talking total mental unravelling while on the job.
If that were to happen, they’d have to summon a stretcher and emergency donuts to revive me. Maybe I’d never even want to come back to the classroom, the talking faces, the administrative duties, the high stakes responsibilities.
Maybe they’d find me like my mom, with an uneaten lunch and my head down on the desk, as if sleeping to get away from the sudden harshness of responsibilities.
Ok, now I really wish I’d remembered to write those ideas down.
New resolution:
When I think something, I write it down and not wait for the class to end, for the teachers to stop talking, for the students to stop asking for help or grades, for the paperwork to stop. It’s stop the gaming, or the work, or the hobby and write that random thought.
The journal stays out and close at hand.
The pen stays closer.
The shorter the distance, the faster the transmission.
felixnation :: Jan.24.2007 :: Hermit Cave, Mad Schemes, Odysseys, The Coal Mine, coworkers, family, students, wife :: No Comments »