Today in the New Media class, we’re talking about blogging. I, however, have nothing to blog. Instead I already have a bunch of grading to do, teaching to prepare, schedules to finish working out for the rest of the semester (now incorporating visits by prospective new faculty — hurrah!), a proposal to get sent off (also hurrah!), a website to update, a meeting to schedule, and a mind to recover in the process (ha!).
And though I thought it was over, there are a few more hours to vote for my voodoo zombie western “High Plains Lazarus” in the P&E poll. Short stories are not the most lucrative market, so this may be the most I ‘earn’ from this one until I can turn it into a novel (it’s in the queue, but the queue gets ever longer).
So I leave you with a link to a story in The Saint Rose Chronicle by one of my students from last spring’s version of the New Media course. Good to see she continues to pursue her interests. I take credit for nothing.
The word “ironic” still makes me think of that song. You know the one — the one that’s not actually ironic.