K'zoo 2011

I have had a proposal accepted for the Kalamazoo medieval conference in 2011. Two years in a row! Little old me! Crazy!

It's like, "Hey stupid, get to work already, people clearly value what you have to say!"

I've been keeping track of my time, and a lot of it is spent just goofing around on the internet. I mean, I work, I clean, I hang out with friends -- those are all important things. But there's no reason not to work. Other than inertia or fear.

So I'll get right on that tomorrow, or Monday, or....

A New Plan

I just looked through the UPenn Call for Papers and found some things to...try out for? submit to? It all sounds so seedy. Anything, something tangible to work towards.

Starting Monday, I'll write for at least 10 minutes. If I can't make it 10.5 minutes, that's okay. Just 10. And I'll increase it a little bit each day, and maybe take one day off (Thursdays, those are long days).

I love it, why is it so hard?

I wonder what I can do in 27 years?

Looking Ahead

Today is my mother's birthday. She would have been 56. She died last year, when she was 54.

I am 27. In 27 years, I will also be 54. I don't even know what to make of that. What if I only have half of my life left, instead of 2/3 or something? (What if I get hit by a bus tomorrow?)

My dad was 58 when he died. Needless to say, I don't think I'm going to live a long time anyway.

So I've done a lot. I have a lot to be proud of. But suddenly I'm struck with the thought....Only 27 more years. And I dare to waste them by just sitting around the house? Why aren't I writing?

I spend a lot of time grading and I think that is worthwhile. If I help even one student, that student can go on to help his/her child, or sibling, or coworker, who can then go on to help others. That's pretty darn awesome.

But if I keep putting things off, assume I can get to it when I'm 40 or 50, I'll find myself out of luck. The world won't mourn the loss of my non-existent Chaucer articles. But I will.