Well, sort of back, since I'm now at Rocket Scientist's place, having one more week of break. And I admit I don't want to write my blog. I've resisted it for several days now, even though I've had computer access at my fingertips. I've even read and commented on other people's blogs, but until this morning, I had not the least inclination to write one of my own.
I am very excited, however, about beginning my online classes. I'm working on four classes total, all online, and the prospects are scintillating (at least for me).
Now, I'm sure many of you would cringe at the possibility of teaching. I know that most of my friends would do so, anyway. But I love to teach! I'm not sure which I love more, teaching or writing. Okay, so I know I love writing more than grading. Then again, I love grading about as much as I love sending stuff off to publishers/agents. Both activities fill me with fear and loathing.
Isn't that the way the world works, though? Nothing fabulous in life is without its share of dread? I love my children, but some days I want to chuck them out the window. I adore teaching, yet I have never found a way to make grading a happy experience. I could not live without writing, but even after years of practice I still cannot send off a query without the urge to chuck my lunch up (sorry Rocket Scientist--I know you hate that image).
I guess I can't have the good without the bad... now if I could only figure out a better, more productive way to face the bad... without all the dread.