According to the friendly scale, I've lost 2.5 pounds in one week. Since I don't think I've ever managed more than a pound in a week before, and I only exercised half the days last week (and counted calories somewhat lackadaisically), my tentative conclusion is that the whole notion of body 'set points' and the like is accurate, and that it shouldn't be too hard to drop the remaining 2.5 holiday pounds. We'll see whether that proves true.
The waiting is driving me a little crazy. I've heard from about five of the places I interviewed with. Of the remaining many, I don't know whether I didn't make their first cut and they just haven't informed me because they're waiting to see whether their first choices agree to come, or whether they just haven't met yet to decide who they want. I know everyone's in the same boat, and this is just how it goes. I am trying to be patient, though if I don't hear more by the middle of next week, I think I'm going to start contacting schools to find out what's up. Kev tells me that's appropriate, now that I have an on-campus interview scheduled.
I'm not entirely sure what to work on today. I have a bunch of SLF stuff I really should catch up on. Really really. I have Kriti stuff to catch up on. I have my Tamil instruction books waiting for me -- they've been waiting patiently since last fall, but I hate to make them keep waiting longer. My students will be sending in packets of their writing on the last Saturday of every month, which means the first week of each month will essentially be devoted to writing up their critiques and sending them back. That leaves me three weeks/month for writing. A good schedule, I think. Tomorrow, I think I should start revising the novel, if I'm to make Bob's requested due date of March 15th for the next version.
Which means that I want to write more of the memoir today -- a good chunk of it, if possible. I think I have at least half a chapter right now; if I can get a whole chapter, then I can fire it off to a few people for comment/crit, get a better sense of things before proceeding further. As I noted in the last entry, I'm really not sure I know what I'm doing with this book.
What do you look for in a memoir? Plot tension? An interesting life? Complex insights? Beautiful prose? Something else???
What keeps you reading?