I’ve always been something of a mermaid.
I don’t have a fishtail, or even an ounce of sirenian allure. But I do tend to resist categorization. I like to hang out in the spaces between categories. No surprise, then, that I ended up in a joint PhD program. English for the creative writer. Education for the teacher/reformer. Trying to carve a space in between for the researcher/scholar. And happily found a field that didn’t exist 20 years ago and which I knew nothing about before I started my doctoral studies: Creative Writing Studies.
Like most writers who teach and teachers who write, I find that hyphen between writer and teacher both an exhilarating and uncomfortable place to stand.
I’m probably a lot like you.
So welcome to my underwater salon, where hybrids like us can swim freely and revel in our split natures. And occasionally dive for pearls.
The current division I’m trying to navigate is how to be digitally literate without forsaking paper. I love the feel of my fingers curled around a pen (always a Pilot Precise V5, Extra Fine). But here I am in Starbucks, awkwardly trying to coax the spongy keyboard for my tablet into producing something that resembles English words. I only got this far because Sarah Swofford graciously helped me link.
It’s going to be a steep climb.