Happy New Year to all!
What a glorious week this has been! It was my great joy and privilege to substitute teach for a friend who needed a sub at the Community College of Beaver County. So for the first time, I have stood in an American college classroom as the teacher! I have taught a week of writing to native speakers of English! And, wow! — nothing could have motivated me more to try to find a way to do this full-time again. No matter how hard it is, one way or another, I need to get that master’s degree. The classroom really is where I belong. To be using more of my primary gifts again was wonderful.
I had twenty-three students. For the most part, they were responsive and seemed appreciative. They were willing to try the activities I had ready for them. Yes, full-time writing is still what I’d choose if I had the choice; but it sure felt good to be teaching again!
I’m also grateful to my regular bosses for letting me off recycling work so I could do this. I will say this for my job: it does offer a lot of flexibility. As long as I arrange it well in advance, I can take the time off to do good things.
I’ve used the freer schedule this week to forge ahead on my book, too. Alas, Frick Park is still too cold and wet to allow for writing there, but I’ve discovered the best indoor writing location in Pittsburgh: the main branch of the Carnegie Library. I’ve spent a lot of time there this week with the Neo. My favorite place there is in one of the grand halls on the second floor, where I can write beneath the high-arching, molded ceiling, surrounded by books. The library even has a coffee shop on the first floor. Coffee, slow time, soft lighting, the scent of pages and scholarship, the stir of quiet, occupied people, and writing tools . . . sigh . . . another earthly glimpse of Paradise.
Catching up — it’s been forever — I am going to try my utmost to write blog entries more often in this new year! . . . I saw The Hobbit for a second time, this time in 3-D. I’m still not a big fan of 3-D movie technology, but the film itself is amazing. It gets even better under scrutiny. I was talking with Marquee Movies about this, and I concluded that, much as I love the LOTR movies, there’s something I love just as much about this one. I think it’s because The Hobbit is simply pure adventure. The world isn’t at stake. Either the Dwarves will reclaim their home, or they won’t. Middle-earth is still in the (deceptively) peaceful balance of the Third Age. Bilbo goes on an adventure, and all we know about the ring so far is that it’s extremely handy. I love the lightness and fun of The Hobbit. We’re not yet into the dark Responsibility of LOTR.
And for that reason, The Hobbit evokes for us the stories we fell in love with as children. Remember those, whatever they were in your case? I remember sitting with my grandma on the couch as she would read to me, and inevitably she’d fall asleep, and just before she did, whatever we were reading, she would murmur, “And the little dog had more.” She’d say it in a happy, concluding sort of way. It must have been the last line of some story she’d known as a child, or perhaps one she’d read to her kids, my mom and the others. Anyway, it was a happy line echoing down the corridors of time.
For me, this movie version of The Hobbit resonates with much of that same innocence and joy. Here are green hills, peaceful trees, kingdoms under mountains, moon runes, Dwarves, Elves, and hole-dwelling Hobbits. Three cheers for Tolkien! And three more for Peter Jackson and crew!
This blog entry began in one place and ended in another. Which, I guess, is the way of stories, and journeys, and adventures. “Can you guarantee that I will come back?” Bilbo asks. “No,” answers Gandalf. “And if you do, you will not be the same.”