Two thousand and two was a big year for me. In addition to beginning Original Content in March, I began training in taekwondo in July, and I took a graduate course in September. As God is my witness, I aced the class. Why was it the end of my graduate school experience? Man, is graduate school ever a time suck. It truly took up all my writing time that semester.
I did go on to publish some essays, though.
August 29th, 2002 This is a Fine Mess I've Gotten Myself Into
The school year has started, which means I should soon have more to write about--school presentations, conferences, etc. However, the question of how I'll find time to write about these things has come up. You see, I've been thinking about going to graduate school for, oh, say, twenty-five years and last night I actually started taking a graduate class. Not that that means I'm actually in graduate school. I'm a non-degree student, which helps to explain why it took all summer for me to get permission to attend this thing.
But whether I'm in graduate school or not, I'm taking this graduate class about essays. And today I started reading essays by a fellow named Montaigne who lived in the Sixteenth Century. In France. He is the father of the modern essay as we know it. (Did I ever hear Regis ask that question on Who Wants to be a Millionaire?) By the time I got to the end of the first page I was falling asleep, and after twenty minutes I was out cold. That was at ten to eleven this morning. I still have twenty pages left to read. Then I get to go on to the works of two Eighteenth Century British writers and finally an entire book by a contemporary writer. That's for next week.
I'm not worried about the reading keeping me from writing but the napping may cut into my work time significantly.