I began Philip Roth's "Patrimony" on Sunday night and I only have 60-70 pages left in the memoir. I've begun to realize that I'm eating these books and eventually, sorry for the comparison, I'm going to begin expectorating.
Most of my semesters began with me being ahead on my assigned reading, only to fall behind when the creative work took hold. I'm feeling decent about my current routine and am settling into myself a bit. I feel like I've had a prolonged reaction to graduation, that I AM having a prolonged reaction to graduation, and it might be a while before I am able to come to the page without the baggage of the program and its inherent expectations keeping me awake at night.
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