I started this blog in January 2011 because I wanted to develop a writing practice.  The experience of keeping the blog has been gratifying for me, and I almost met my goal of writing at least once a week.  At the end of 2011, while I lost a bit of momentum, I still had a sense that I understood my writing process a bit more because of the blogging, and I also appreciated the ability to share my thoughts and ideas with an audience and get feedback from people on the ideas that I was working out through the writing process.

Working on a new play for the University of North Carolina at Charlotte.  Working title is Project | Hope, although I’m “hoping” (ha ha) that changes by the time the play is presented in April.  It might not, which will be fine, but the working title describes a concept, and I’m hoping that soon it will be more of an actual story, rather than simply a concept.

I realize that it’s been entirely too long since I posted to this blog.  I had every intention of making at least one entry in the month of December, but I was unsucessful.  The month of December used to be filled with excitement and anticipation for the holidays, but now the month flies by with obligations, final classes, and an avalanche of papers and projects to mark.  I refuse to carry my grading process into the holidays (or past my birthday if possible), and this causes a packed 7-10 days of high volume work.  The weeks following Thanksgiving feel like a whirlwind sprint to the finish.

For those of you who have followed my blog, you know that I’m not running around waving the “Gay Marriage” flag.  I’ve struggled with the issue, wondering how I relate to it, how my past, present, and future relate to it, and whether it’s something that I really completely understand.

I’m supposed to be writing a lecture on Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun, and I’m struggling.  I logged on to my Twitter account, and I see some tweets about Occupy Wall Street.  I start poking around and getting confused, as I’ve been for two months.  Confused because I feel like I should be completely behind this movement, yet I feel completely disconnected from it.  I’m trying to listen to voices coming out of the movement and also to colleagues and friends who I know are supporting the movement, but I’m still struggling to find the connection.  I’m not willing to give up trying, but I’m still not quite ready to drink the juice either.