Saturday, April 14, 2007
Twenty-two essays and the accompanying twenty-two pages of required response, eleven grad student essays and the accompanying marginalia and full workshop write-ups, 28 poems to respond to each week, and all that I need to read and all I need to produce of my own work, comprise my workload in the next twenty days. This is what master classes are about and I asked for it. I like it. But I can't escape the chorus of "what did I get myself into?" that occupies my thoughts. I am tired all the time. And with that, I will sign off in order to practice Yoga for Fatigue. Appropriate.