It's been a seriously good summer.
However, there was one big goal that I didn't even come close to making. This was going to be the summer in which I got my writing mojo back, but that didn't happen.
I started off well. I came up with my project, did some interesting initial research, and even wrote a little bit. But I didn't keep the work going. My overarching mode this summer was to do whatever I wanted to do on any given day -- see above re "seriously good summer"! -- and somehow writing rarely made the cut.
When July ended, I thought, "Okay, WN, pull yourself together! You're not going to get the article finished this summer at this point, but at least you can get it drafted." But nope, I have only worked on the project a couple of times this month.
Do I just not really want to write anymore, even though I still want to think of myself as someone who writes? Or is academic writing just not my thing anymore? If so, what is my writing thing?
The amazing thing is that I haven't lost any sleep over this question -- so unlike me, but definitely one of the benefits of this rejuvenating summer! I was chatting with a friend who is also a sometimes writer, and his take was that I was using the summer to recover and regroup emotionally and professionally as a teacher, and that the discipline of writing just wasn't part of that project. Perhaps.
So now I'm tidying up the article project for the summer so that, if I want to tackle it next summer, I'm ready to do so. I'm going through all of the library books that I so eagerly checked out in June, taking notes from those I'd actually read and making a list of those that I never made use of so that I can check them out again. I'm straightening up my notes and putting my files (paper and computer) in order. And then I'm tucking the whole thing away to perhaps look at again.
It's kind of weird how I'm not stressed out about this. Very unlike me.