Well I’m back at the ELC. Right where I was just over a year ago. Is this a step back?
I really don’t think so. My writing vastly improved over the last year and I significantly advanced that aspect of my career. I’m surprisingly excited about being back at the ELC, and I have found myself quite interested in the success of other teachers. Who knows, perhaps the future is clarifying a bit.
Incidentally, my wife (the burning hot Annemarie) says that I share more with this blog than I do with her. She brought this up after my commentary about second-guessing and regrets in my last post. The truth is, I don’t actually regret any of all that stuff I mentioned. I look back, see what might have been, think, “Huh.. oh well, we’re good and have learned a lot and are undeservedly blessed and happy, so no worries, really,” and then I let it go. So those aren’t , emotional regrets. That was a mental exploration of what could possibly have happened, with no longing or nostalgia involved whatsoever.
I don’t want anyone to think that I am an unfeeling, heartless, cold bastard, but I am perhaps too capable of moving on emotionally.
Anyhoo, the ELC goes well. It’s always a furious initial swim to get to a place where I can stay afloat without too much stress. So that initial fury is in full swing right now, but I’ll get there within the week I imagine. I’ve actually ended up with 3 classes for the semester. Two of them are level five applied grammar classes and one is a level 3 writing class. Since they are all basically writing classes, they qualify as 1.5 classes pay-wise.
So that’s a good thing financially. Not the ideal, really, but it should get us to where we want to go.
That’s all for now. Still working toward picking up The Cabin next week. I’m preparing a query to a lady with Little Brown, who I heard may be looking for a YA novel involving living in a cult.
Carpe somnium, amigos.