Another week where I’m unsure what to write about. I’m in somewhat of a rhythm these days of writing fiction in the morning, working on Day Job stuff in the afternoon, trying to relax in the evening. I feel very fortunate, really, that my situation is such that it’s easy for me to isolate and stay clear of a lot of the stuff that’s happening in the wider world.
I also know that this pattern will not last. We’re about to tick over into August, and by the end of that month I’ll be back ‘in the classroom’, although exactly how that classroom will operate is still a bit hazy. I can say that every educator I know would love to be back literally in the room with students, operating the way we know works best for everyone. I think we all know by now that it isn’t going to happen, to some extent or another, and we’re waiting to see what the reality will look like, trying to plan for contingencies. That’s part of where my afternoons are going.
When teaching starts back up, that will be less time for writing, and then we’ll see how this fragile momentum I have built on a fiction project lasts. I’ve written over 30,000 words in a little under a month, which is the most productive I’ve been in ages. I have no idea if I’ll be able to maintain anything like it when I have lectures and students needing a much bigger slice of my time.
We’re into the later days of summer, the cicadas are yelling at each other in the trees, some of the spring flowers in my garden are past their best, and the shortening days are starting to be noticeable. I’m writing this on my little deck and the light is starting to fail a bit. Before I’m done the bats may be out.
Changes are coming.
The thing is that this is always the case. If studying history taught me anything, it is that there is always change coming. Some will be good, some not so good, some we see coming and some we don’t. We have to figure out what to do with them all just the same.
It’s already almost a cliché, but 2020 feels like a year when future historians may talk about a lot of change. It seems inevitable that the societies that come out of the pandemic – whenever we can call it ‘over’ – will be different from the ones that stumbled into it. Demands for social and institutional change resonate very loudly. There is an election in the land of our neighbours to the south that will – however it works out – have effects that cannot be avoided or ignored.
So changes are coming. Some are not under our control, but some are. History is the product of human actions, choices made by individuals. Very often, the choices made by ordinary people add up to carry more weight than decisions taken by the mighty and powerful. (Another thing that history has taught me, although here not everyone would agree.) We are in control of at least some of the changes that we are in the middle of, and while that’s kind of scary, it is also a great opportunity, it seems to me.
Every day, the world is a little different. We can try to nudge it in a better direction, each time.
That’s about it for this week. I have changes to prepare for.
Thanks for reading.