...effective writing depends on desire. - Jamey Gallagher, "As Y'all Know": Blogs as Bridge TETYC, March 2010
Desire. I'm a writing teacher and inconsistent writer, an identity that troubles me when I'm not chin-deep-distracted with student papers. I write hundreds, even thousands of words each day, but not to be published. I write for one student at a time--in margins and emails and Moodle pages. Sound familiar?
I'm an industrious and creative adjunct writing instructor, but does my teaching count as writing craft? I don't think so. All the marginal comments I've ever written don't add up to a body of work. My fiance, a freelance writer, reminds me of this about once each semester. He's right.
Ever since I heard Leif Enger talk about writing Peace Like a River in the wee hours of the morning, just an hour or 2 each day before going to work, I've wished that I could carve out this same kind of time to write. I want to write a book. I want to write articles (though as an adjunct I'm not pressured to publish as my tenure-aspiring colleagues are). I want to be reviewed and considered. I have something to say. But my Desire runs shallow. Or does it?