Today is the day for work. Although I would rate yesterday a success, the challenge of continuing that success is daunting. If I can remain focused and delve straight into working, I will read two novels today, research articles to present in class next Monday, and write at least five pages for two essays that are works in progress. In addition, in preparation for the other classes, I need to read a short story and an essay: comparatively easy, but time consuming. My upcoming lunch break will include a meeting with a freshman literature student to discuss a writing assignment. To sum up the whole thing: fun, fun, fun.
Normally with the prospect of so much work to do in such a little space of time, I would--to adopt a melodramatic 19th century approach--despair, lament, and bemoan my plight. Yet, I think after all of the psychological crunch that I have been experiencing in the last several months, I am beginning to acclimate to the work load demands that are being placed on me. And in that regard, I am beginning to feel a little more professional, just ever so slightly. It would be misleading to suggest that I have completely found the keys to success and conquered all of my demons. Writing still is a lot of hard work that takes up a lot of my time. There is also the very real chance of failure, but at this point I am optimistic.
So, it is back to work for me. Blog posts continue to be thin here, which is something that will have to continue for awhile longer yet. It may be a fact of my adjustment to the new workloads I will be required to post here less. However, at this point, I am still committing to blogging, and I don't intend quit.