|squint to see the ginormous crane|
[post title steals an infectious term from Stephanie Trigg]
More things that have helped me get work done: crisp mornings that make running a pleasure. Birds, because their energy and song are omnipresent right now. (They just sing for no reason, right? It's not a mating thing is it? Because that would sully the role of chorus that I've assigned them -- they are supposed to exist to help me get work done, not for any primal reasons of their own). A huge and out of place bluish crane I passed as it fished from Little Falls brook, which has brought me luck. A porch that we added to our house last year that has become my favorite place to write. Engagement with what I've been undertaking; nothing ruins writing like making a chore of it.
As this abbreviated week comes to its end I find myself in a surprising position. I've completed the drafts of three essays (only the shortest of which was written from scratch). Welcome into inchoate being "Race" (for Blackwell's Critical Theory Handbook to Middle English) "Queering the Inorganic" (for the collection Queer Futures: Reconsidering Normativity, Activism and the Political) and "Giants" (Ashgate Encyclopedia of Literary and Cinematic Monsters). Whew!
I've also managed to put together a possible table of contents for a new edited collection that has me energized. Its point of departure is this blog post, but I don't want to jinx it other than to say orange, greener, pink, blue, brown, possibly grey or white, with others on the way. Very preliminary, I know, but I will post more in the not too distant future.