WRITING AFTER SUNSETS
For years, I maintained a separate blog called writing after sunsets as a place for my thoughts on writing, reflections on teaching, and an outlet for writing that matters to me in ways that make me want to control how it is published. It has also been, from time to time, a platform for the work of others I know who have something to say.
Now, with this site as my central base of online operations, I’m folding that blog into the rest of my efforts. All previous content is here for easier access, but the heart of writing after sunsets remains in both my earlier posts and those to come.
Closing time
I could take an aerial view and say that, like always, I got a lot but done but not near as much as I would have liked. That is the perpetual state of being of the species academic.
This the fifteenth installment of a series reflecting on a sabbatical that ended one year ago. It will run each Wednesday through the summer.
At the end of the sabbatical, what did I really accomplish? Well, there are a couple ways I can go about totaling that up.
I mean, I kept a tally of all the work I did. Here what it looks like:
Projects in Progress
Novel “Breached” Progress: 31,000 words in manuscript file/60,000 written
Academic Collection Innovative Teaching – under contract as of August 15 with April 1,
2020 delivery deadline
Essay Collection “Grafted” Progress: 15,000 words written/Four essays draft complete
In Progress – “Hamstring Nemesis” (working title), “Bill Cosby and My Herniated Childhood” (working title), “Submersibles” (working title) with (4,000 words)
Short Story “The Sun in Not Ours to Hold”: 1,000 words written and edited
Novel “Coast Highway 101” 90s revise: not started
Completed
Short Story Collection Grip Complete/48,200 words in manuscript
Editing: two articles for Journal of Creative Writing Studies — completed January
Novel Concept (Rough) – Billy Florence in China (basketball novel from my short story “Crossover”)
Blog – Six Sabbatical Posts (4 Top Shots, One Short Story Reflect, “Coaching Small”) –
2,400 words
28 Post Sabbatical Posts – 13,000 words
Editing Black Was Not a Label: content edits for Pronto Press – Oct. 18 publication
Publications
“Shakespeare’s Dogfish.” Academic essay in Thinking Creative Writing (Routledge) —
May 7
“The Best Thing” short story: in Bull & Cross journal — May 21
“One Perfect Episode: CHiPs ‘Roller Disco 1&2.’” Pop culture column in Drunk
Monkeys —August 15
“One Perfect Episode: Lock, Stock, Some Smoking Barrels and Burton Guster’s Goblets
of Fire.” Pop column in Drunk Monkeys — November
“Toward Disruptive Creation in Digital Literature Instruction.” Academic essay in
Journal of Creative Writing Studies — September 25
Submissions
“Towards Creative Disruption.” Journal of Creative Writing Studies — January 15, 2019
(Accepted)
“Innovative Teaching” – Bloomsbury Academic, March 1, 2019…Resub June 1, 2019
(Accepted)
CNF Essay “Signal to Noise Ratio”: The Rumpus, May 9, 2019 - Rejected
Pop Culture Essay “One Perfect Episode: CHiPs ‘Roller Disco 1&2’”: Drunk Monkeys
May 14, 2019 - Accepted
Flash Fiction “The Sun Is Not Ours to Hold”: The Master’s Review May 29 - Rejected
Short Story “Francis the Shards”: Barrel House June 30 – Rejected
Black Was Not a Label Book Edit – Pronto Publications, August 15, 2019 (published)
Projects Ready for Submission
Collection “Grip” (submitted and under consideration)
Short Story “The Sun in Not Ours to Hold” (submitted)
CNF Essay “Subsidence” (submitted)
CNF Essay “Signal to Noise Ratio” (published)
CNF Essay “Precautionary Tales” (published)
But the final products, as always and in every circumstance, don’t really do a good job of conveying the work that went into their creation.
I could, of course, point you back to the more than 13,000 words of blog posts I wrote about my sabbatical work. I’ve tried, for a number of reasons, to encapsulate the experience for myself and for anyone who might be interested. But even that is a selected set of reflections that in no way captures the scope of it all.
I could take an aerial view and say that, like always, I got a lot but done but not near as much as I would have liked. That is the perpetual state of being of the species academic.
So maybe it’s best summed up in this way: I’ve already started the clock on the seven years I have to wait before I have the chance at another sabbatical. I’m sure I’ll find things to keep me busy in the interim.