Well, just as Qwest kicked me off the Internet again, I decided to get started on a blog post. I guess Iʼll be walking downstairs to restart the modem fairly soon — assuming I intend to get something up for early this Wednesday morning. And assuming that the godawful ISP (ha, Qwest a “provider,” thatʼs a laugh indeed) grants me any time connected for several consecutive minutes to the Internet at all here.*
I did not intend to leave the most recent post, my dark realization about Teaganʼs accident, the first thing you see for two whole days, but early Monday morning, even as I was going to proofread that post, having worked for an hour as editor/proofreader for Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A., I received a call to come in and substitute at Andrew in fifth grade (me in elementary is perhaps an even better laugh than trying to imagine Qwest being a “provider”). That job filled my afternoon on Monday, and while I was there I got the chance to work again yesterday/Tuesday, this time upstairs in science. I will admit the elementary students challenged me, but with a recess (even if half a dozen excited girls chose to remain in the room for those fifteen precious minutes) and more assertive discipline than I generally prefer, the kids and I survived adequately until the guidance counselor came in to end the day with a presentation. The junior high and high school students on Tuesday made the day go quickly. So I never really got a chance to sit down at the computer again until now/Tuesday evening.
In the meantime, I did hear from Carrie kindly taking her precious time to provide more information about the accident and Teaganʼs condition. Although the accident was serious, I know she is strong, as is Teagan, and perhaps if we all believe powerfully enough, things will turn out fairly well. Only time will tell, and itʼs always hard to wait. Itʼs not my place to splat other peopleʼs information all over the Internet, so thatʼs all I have to say for now. Keep him in your thoughts, as I am unwaveringly (so unlike a Qwest internet connection), so Carrie will handle bravely what challenges may lie ahead. Hope is what she has for now.
Except that Iʼve been back at school for a day and a half, I donʼt really have anything much to say. During one prep period yesterday I looked back at some old posts here on the blog, which gave me the idea of re-examining each day this year the post from last year for that same date. It was interesting to read what was preoccupying me a year ago, and if I re-examine one (or maybe two or three) year-old posts at a time, perhaps I can correct the mistakes I did not see before the posts went up and fix/change all those pull quotes I used for indentations into genuine indentations (the thought of trying to do so very, very many of them in only a few days has boggled my will to make the attempt).
I also realize that I truly have stalled on resubmitting rejected work to find a publisher. “Underground” (which returned from its second rejection on about this date last year) and “Details, Details” (which I was just about to finish writing not quite a year ago now) have both sat idle nearly all year. I know I dislike rejection, but in this business I havenʼt really entered yet, rejectionʼs what itʼs all about.
The time is now to open myself wide for more rejection to slap me upside the head. Or not. Sometimes that thing with feathers is all weʼve got. Letʼs hope thatʼs a good thing.
* Hey! On the hope that Qwest might, however, briefly, however temporarily, provide me a link with the ʼNet, I finished this post. And if you are reading this, then that tiny hope worked out. Now for another…