My Cardboard Balcony

So I'm going to be teaching. It's a really exciting time for me, and although I'm still not exactly financially stable, it's a start. I do want to be a teacher. I really do. Writing professor is my dream. English teacher is something else, too. I'd love to be an educational program where I can design my own courses, pick out my own literature and manage my own workshops. I want to work with kids or young adults who have passion for the craft. It's one thing to love writing. It's another to feel like your fingers have melded with your pen after a long stint of scrawling. This is my life. Always has been. And I can't get enough of it. I am so looking forward to everything in my life. Continuing my projects. Finishing said projects. Seeing my girlfriend again. Spending time with my family. Teaching. Learning. Writing. Always writing. That's never going to change. Writer's Quotation of the Night: Writing is both mask and unveiling. - E.

Moderate Man by Belinda Roddie a moderate man in a moderate land all balanced on a scale a dog chases its own tail and makes a perfect circle never ending, never fleeting, but it's the man who howls The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since November 23rd, 2007.

Class was dismissed an hour early so we could go to a pub for an open mic night. Seeing Professor Doran drunk on daiquiris laughing about comma splices wasn't exactly commonplace, but for me it was already expected. As my friend Cindy tossed back a sweet, sweet buttery nipple, I grabbed a full pitcher of amber and brought it swirling to the corner table. "Thanks, Ray," Martin grinned as he filled a pint glass and took a very long sip.