Summer Projects
I want to have entirely different thoughts.
I want to make something great from them.
I want to relearn to play the Bach double.
I want to write two letters a week.
I want to hike to Sky Pond and the Lake of Glass.
I want to figure out funding for a literary journal.
I want to learn letterpress.
I want to bike to the community garden every day.
I want to take ballet again.
I want to start my thesis for next year.
I want to stockpile at least two stories for workshop.
I want to keep writing creative responses to every book that I read.
I want to send to Conjunctions, N+1, good things found on duotrope.
I want to write a poem a week if it kills me.
I want to read Shakespeare Wrote For Money.
I want to read Martin Chuzzelwit, Dombey and Son, Bleak House, Hard Times, Little Dorrit, Great Expectations, and Our Mutual Friend.
I want to get a head start on reading for my fiction class (Tristam Shandy?)
I want to read my traditional summer John Irving book (although maybe Dickens is an apt substition).
I want to read A Passage to India and Under the Volcano.
I want to go to Mexico.
I want to go to New Orleans.
I want to go to Flannery O'Connor's house.
I want to figure out someplace to live next year that doesn't blow monkey chunks.
I want to be excited about going back to New York.
I want to not feel like such a baby.
I want to never grow up.