Tell me something I don’t know.
I’ve decided that will be the first assignment I give as a writing teacher. I’m so anxious to teach I could scream. Reading a lot of Wordsworth lately reminds me why he’s so hard for me to get into. He actually liked being alone, being a spinster and all that. I don’t. I need people. I need to feel like I’m sharing something with people. Rocks and trees never did much for me.
I love learning stuff. Most of the stuff I’ve learned, I’ve learned from people. Books have their uses, because among other things they allow you to enter a place and time outside yourself. But right now is just as fascinating to me. I never seem to lose that, no matter how solitary life gets. I’ve got to go out to a restaurant or something and just watch people. It’s how I amuse myself most. People are a good thing.
