It’s the day after my 46th birthday and I’ve decided I need to motivate my writing, so I’m starting a blog. You see I’m on sabbatical and committed to write *something* by semester’s end.
My energies are scattered among various projects and ideas: knitting (a book about text and texture, or some such thing), biography (my mom’s letters to her mother-in-law), autobiography (my own tortured journals, letters, etc.), documentation (writing about stuff–how’s that for big and vague?), and writing about addiction (I’ve been reading lots of Anne Lamott and just started a book about Bill Wilson, who founded AA). My most recent prospectus is something on mom, but I wake up every morning and wonder what I should do.