I received word from my publisher that the cover for my novel Natural Attraction should be available soon. I’m looking forward to seeing what the artist has created. Meanwhile, I’m putting the finishing touches on my courses for this semester and getting as much done on my next novel as I can.
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That time of year
It’s that time of year. The time when people might think that a teacher is NOT working. But ah, it’s probably the most stressful time–the building of the syllabus. Back in the day, a professor could just walk into class and do whatever. No more. Now it’s expected that the whole course will be outlined and in my case, put on Blackboard. As a chemistry professor, I write many of my own labs. I post my old exams and keys because some people are privileged with friends who’ve taken my course before and others aren’t and I like a level playing field. Of course, this is as likely as finding an ideal gas but one can approach ideality.
As an English professor I’m frantically reading and selecting from The Oxford Book of American Short Stories edited by Joyce Carol Oats and writing assignments from Janet Burroway’s Imaginative Writing. This is my first time teaching Short Story, so I’ll have to make sure it meets the criteria for arts credit. I’ll probably have them read that article from The Atlantic about what it really takes to make it as an artist these days. You can’t just be good. You must sell yourself. Which is why being a scientist is so much more comfortable for me.
My novel has gone through the first round of edits and I have another one started. I’m looking forward to classes and students but it will be hard to in a sense, say good-bye to stretches of quality time the new novel.
“With science, as with alchemy, there is always hope, nothing is impossible, and what is possible is still filled with wonder.”
So my first thought was, do I admit how old I am? Do I confess it all? How I walked away from writing and into the secure arms of science, and then walked back because of tenuous encouragement, as if as to an old love who offers nothing and cannot be resisted. Yes, I guess that’s me. And that could very well be a plot for a novel. But it’s not the plot for my first novel. My first novel is a romantic comedy about a woman who wants to be a scientist in 1871. It’s forthcoming from Penner Publishing. Watch here for more details.
