I currently have no time or motivation for hobbies. And I’m not a prolific writer. Combine the two and you have a lack of a blog. That is where I am right now. I’m in between Bill Bryson and Susan Orlean, writing a memoir piece about my dad, Roy Orbison, and myself, and writing poem about Roy Orbison that was inspired by the memoir. But the thing that is taking the place of a hobby right now is my pedagogy course. I will be designing a 15 week class of my choosing. Working title: The Poets of Pittsburgh. I’m looking forward to the research, the teaching statement, the lesson plans, the syllabus, and polishing up on my Vollmer, Krygowski, and Daniels, but after the semester is over so is the developed course since Chatham offers no where to teach the very thing they require you to produce.
But it’s ok! Because a break is coming. I can feel it. I will finally have time to submit my poems, read a book of my choosing, bake muffins, and once again find myself becoming cripplingly distracted by the various species of chickens found on the internet.
Take for instance this Black Breasted Red Game. Did you know they are strictly an ornamental fowl from Great Britian? Well, now you do.
2 comments:
Kelly!
you should schedule some time to hang out with me in there with all that muffin baking and chicken researching.
Actually, do you still eat? we could go to dinner before you are on break. i'm not eating chicken or muffins though. well, maybe a muffin.
yay for a blog update!
I totally thought that meant that Roy Orbison was your dad.
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