I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...

Sitting in class right now.  Creative writing. Twelve kids and only one other English major. So it goes.

I'm loving studying literature these days.  My Vonnegut course is amazing, as usual Stu Peterfreund is the highlight of my semester.  "Understanding the Bible" is going well, in the sense that I'm wild about the material.  Not the book itself necessarily, but the fascinating history and geography and people behind it.  The professor, however, is quiet and meek, and is impossible to hear from anywhere in the room.  So we're not looking at an easy A, but it's fascinating stuff.


Bernstein is talking now about the way people write.  I write all day, all the time.  It doesn't matter where or when.  I think I probably write most (if not best) when I'm not supposed to be writing, if that makes sense.  When I should be doing homework, when I'm in class, when everyone wants to go do something and I have to find an excuse to stay home with a notebook.  I have to write a lot to get a little, too.  I find that I write pages and pages, and then go through and cut out, sometimes, whole paragraphs.  Revising with a red pen is the best way to do it.  Sarah once called it "murdering my babies", and that's certainly what it's like.  And it's necessary.

So I'm off to do some of that.  Some writing, some revising, some napping, some laundry, some exercise, some TV watching, some eating, some hanging out, some failed cooking, some snuggling, some bad movies and some living.  I love college.