Got my grades submitted this morning, which leaves me a bit less than a month before I teach my summer courses. Commencement is Saturday, and I’ll be watching one advisee, one almost-advisee, and several lunch buddies head off into the bigger and better. In the meantime, I’m starting to figure out what I’ll be doing to fill the time between now and the beginning of Summer term.
There’ll be reading, of course — I pre-ordered Jonah’s new book, so it should be showing up by the weekend. And I’ve received several novels to review, so I’ll see if any of those can hold my interest. Who knows? This may finally be the year I read all of Confessio Amantis in one summer — because of my study of the 7 Deadlies, I’ve read the whole thing in chunks over the years, but I haven’t really settled into it as art, the way I have with Chaucer or the Macro Plays.
On the music front, I’m going to try to get the cover of the Berries EP squared away, and we’ll probably resume practice next week. And I’ll likely begin to gather data for this year’s installment of the Chaucer bibliography — one of the things I do both to feel useful and to remind the world that I’m at least somewhat intellectually alive.
Finally, I think I’ll try to get out of the way of my subconscious in the hopes of doing some creative writing. One of the more recent times my novel was turned down, the editor said he wanted first crack at my next one. It’d be nice to call him on it. But at the same time, the other matters in my life persist, and it’s hard to get the decks cleared enough to write fiction. And of course, the phantom of Zontar the Enormous seizes on every false start to tell me I’m not living up to my potential.
But I can wrestle with my angst tomorrow. Tonight, I think I’ll just try to relax and enjoy the peace that comes with having completed the job I always wanted for another year.