I was raised to be curious: a humongous blessing and a curse worse than Avada Kedavra. It leads to things like “I need to grade these HEY IT’S THE GUY WHO DIDN’T SPEAK FOR TWENTY YEARS WONDER HOW HE DID THAT WONDER IF HE COULD BE A CHARACTER IN . . .” Not good for the day job. But there is *so much* out there to explore. How does a person determine where to start?
I have no answer to that question. All I know is there are books I want to write: graphic novels about cats, verse novels about 50s fashion models, a YA starring four boys and a winter hat with a mohawk (though nobody could afford this Dior one). Maybe even a romance novel or two. Who knows? All I know is my day job started again this week, and I’m not doing so hot at getting into the groove.
How can I make my writing pay my bills? That is also the question. I will find the answer, I’m sure, but in the meantime, I need to get my head in the school game (grr) despite my desire to research and write (sigh).
Maybe this is how my students feel about the split between gaming and homework.