This class, this class!
I am pleased, mind you, to be teaching this pack of young writers, and many of them turn out to be good writers, a fine surprise (I was fully prepared for them to be awful), but since I am having to build the class as I go along, and since I have nearly no idea what I am doing, and since I am teaching four other class, with four other preps, at the same time, not to mention trying to write this novel which has suddenly, after playing dead for a month, decided it wants to be written after all, fucking shit, what am I to do?
I am sleeping about five hours a night, doing no housework, and the cupboards are bare, that's what.
I did make pumpkin soup last night, though, the first meal I have made in about a week.
Got the recipe from the Hungry Tiger, a fine recipe blog.
3 hours ago
4 comments:
I love pumkin soup. I like to add a little heat to mine. So, Martin is knocking.
What kind of heat? Like red pepper or like rum?
Yeah, Martin's on my neck, which is good, you know. I love it when I'm writing. But the house! But no meals! We're down to eating peanut butter on (stale) toast for dinner last night.
Lol, I have a similar relationship with my PhD. One moment it's quietly sleeping on my hard drive and the next moment it's squealing at me like a hungry baby. I wouldn't mind so much, but my blog's maw is permanently open and perpetually demanding I shovel words in my the spade load. Aargh!
red pepper flakes. It, to me, balances the flavors.
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