First Prescription

Screenplays, Thesis, Coffee. The Usual.

     As a former graduate student and assistant for the Dos Passos Review, I found myself among those caught between the days of libraries and card catalogs versus Google and Kindle. After graduation, several of my colleagues and I moved on to our new positions, either as writers, teachers, bloggers. You get the picture. But it never failed to astound me that the world has moved further and further away from the tangible world and onto the screen.
      I cannot find myself attracted to the world on the Internet. Or, at least, I hadn't. But that Kindle had the newest Games of Thrones for half the price? And I can read it right now? I don't have to wait the two weeks (No way can I afford priority, I still eat ramen. Not by choice.) for the book to arrive in the mail. Kindle's on my Android now? (If you haven't noticed, I speak in a lot of questions. I'm famous for having a lot of questions and very few answers. I think that's way I'm one of the few that actually loves research.)
     I'm realized further, after giving into the Kindle uprising of 2012, that my future as a writer may just detour down the path of a laptop, a "faux" office, a la Dilbert, and office hours that my students avoid like the plague (Unless, of course, I'm heading out the door for the hour long trek home. Then there is a line of thirty students, itching for answers. All of which I gave in class. Twice. Not that I'm becoming bitter or anything.). I decided that a blog, conveniently linked to my gmail account and impossible to lose. Even for one that just might have a habit of losing wallets, keys, gloves, cigarettes, lighters (Which I also seem to borrow and never return.), cars (I'm not kidding.), and all the other things normal, absent-minded, easily distracted teachers seem to lose. I've started a blog.
     Look, it followed me home, Ma, and now I'm going to keep it.

     As for what I'm blogging about, well. Let's just say that ninety percent of the time, when I should be, I don't know, grading, cleaning, washing the cat (Who acts more like a spoiled toddler then feline.), cleaning my abismal car, I can be caught with a book, a notebook (For Notes, captilized for importance.), coffee, lighter, and cigs. On my back porch. Surrounded by trees and a squirrel that I call Spastic (He has this perpetual twitch in his tail. I'm thinking epilepsy.). I'm here and I'm gonna stay.
     But yes, off topic again. I'm thinking that all of these wonderful ideas about the literature I read daily that only the cat, boyfriend, and the occasional stranger who is unfortunate enough to use the adjacent washing machine at the laundry mat hear can now be placed here. I can stretch my writing muscles, prepare for the GRE, and possibly teach/learn from the audience at large. The great, wide, web.
      So I'm going to try, web.  Someone might even read this.