It was quite exciting, I finally had an on-campus job interview today. There's a system where you can submit a resume to be considered for an open slot in an interviewer's schedule, and I managed to get one of them. It was quite validating to be so blessed, and I thought the interview generally went well.
Of course, I later sent a particularly dorky thank you note to follow-up, so trust me to ruin that moment.
The bigger problem is that my writing lately has gotten cludgy. Thoughts are not flowing well, typos are endemic... I have lots of good ideas, but I'm in a period where articulating them is unusually difficult. This happens from time to time and may be exacerbated by increased stress and the fact that my mental cycles are now being pulled in all sorts of directions. It could also be that my muse is mocking me. Maybe she's annoyed that when I was in her part of the world I didn't stop by to visit.
This is a bad time for my muse to be moody because I'm starting to have an awful lot to write. For one, I'd like to maintain the blog and even be able to write more regularly about many more things than I have been. I'd also like to be able to draft articulate responses to major news events, maybe even of publishable quality. But all that is getting pushed to the side by all the other things with the new semester I suddenly need to write. For the Copyright and Rhetoric class are several writing exercises, some of which I've done a shabby job on so far, and major papers are upcoming. I also need to draft a whole bunch of cover letters and hopefully some (ideally non-asinine) thank you notes, all of which require deft (or at least basically literate) use of vocabulary and grammar.
You'd think with all the blogging the practice would have helped, and maybe it has. But when I look back through the old posts I sometimes cringe, because not all posts have been the fine pieces of writing I'd hope to showcase my skills with. Some are close, but sometimes my zeal and enthusiasm have had a corrosive effect on fluidity or clarity. Sometimes it's a simple mistake that does me in, with an incorrect use of a homonym or some such linguistic blooper. It's not because my control of the English language is so tenuous that I make the mistakes, but just that when you are cruising along at a million miles an hour it's hard to find the time to go back and make sure you got everything right. And sometimes it's because in the excitement, with so much to say, it's easy to get a little lost.