{"id":2771,"date":"2006-11-08T22:42:00","date_gmt":"2006-11-08T22:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2771"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:25:51","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:25:51","slug":"no-more-school-no-more-books-no-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2771","title":{"rendered":"No More School, No More Books, No More Crabby Teacher&#8217;s&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"left\">My life of crabby hermitude has resumed! I am finally happily ensconced, recovering from the brush with actual employment that was my last bout of substitute teaching. And I can say with joy that today no one has throw up on me, nor have I had to dry out shoes and reassure anyone short that yes, even big kids have accident sometimes.<img decoding=\"async\" hspace=\"10\" src=\"http:\/\/www.lclark.edu\/~krauss\/aes220\/meet\/meetimages\/yugi.jpg\" align=\"right\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Substitute teaching: the reason my junior high dream of having twelve kids will <em>never <\/em>come true.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m now catching up with the news that has bypassed me while I was being proactive and bright and smiley and telling everyone <em>Good Morning!,<\/em> instead of grousing into my morning tea and hacking out my novel &#8212; first, today, an unpublished poem written by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.cnn.com\/2006\/SHOWBIZ\/books\/10\/31\/plath.poem.ap\/index.html\" target=\"_blank\">Sylvia Plath<\/a> will be published in an online journal. The discovery of a student, this poem was written while Plath was in college, and looks like it was <a href=\"http:\/\/www.blackbird.vcu.edu\/v5n2\/poetry\/plath_s\/acknowledgments.html\" target=\"_blank\">actually a writing exercise, as they include two versions of the poem<\/a>. Check it out!<\/p>\n<p>Also news to me is that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.calendarlive.com\/books\/cl-et-quick3.2nov03,0,4990835.story?coll=cl-books\" target=\"_blank\">Garrison Keillor has opened<\/a> an independent bookstore. I am SO <strong>JEALOUS<\/strong>. He is stocking only his favorite books, which, if you&#8217;re famous and already financially secure, you can do. See <em>I <\/em>wanted to do this. I wanted a bookstore called <em>Bluestockings. <\/em>I envisioned shelves carrying slim volumes of Sarah Orne Jewett and random titles from Kate Chopin, Maureen Johnson, Madeleine L&#8217;Engle, Ursula LeGuin and Garrett Freymann-Weyr, and others who write compelling, interesting, <em>risky <\/em>novels. And now Mr. Keillor has stolen my idea. <em>Pffffft.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>While I am reading some really great novels for the <a href=\"http:\/\/dadtalk.typepad.com\/cybils\/2006\/10\/young_adult_nov.html\" target=\"_blank\">YA Cybil<\/a> (and I am LOVING what I call <em>St. Cybils&#8217; Day<\/em> &#8212; the UPS guy dropping off a daily load of review copies of novels from publishing houses), I am a teensy, tiny, tidge bit wistful that I&#8217;m not reading for the Sci-Fi books. I love Neil Gaiman, and I&#8217;m a bit jealous that someone else is getting to review his newest book. The <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2006\/11\/05\/books\/review\/Itzkoff.t.html?_r=1&#038;adxnnl=1&amp;oref=slogin&#038;ref=books&amp;adxnnlx=1163026185-62FdK\/96gKg3OewdRUZ2SA\" target=\"_blank\">New York Times reviews<\/a> Gaiman&#8217;s latest, and discusses his penchant for adding dreams and dreamscapes to his work. Which makes me smile, especially because dreams, in fiction, can either really work &#8212; or really not work, and my agent has about sixty reasons why they do <em>not<\/em>. At any rate, Gaiman&#8217;s dreams definitely work! Speaking of work&#8230;My <em>Cybils<\/em> novels are calling me, as is my <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nanowrimo.org\" target=\"_blank\">NaNoWriMo<\/a> story, so it&#8217;s back to my REAL job! Yay!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My life of crabby hermitude has resumed! 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