April 1, 2010

Proctoring an exam for my poetry students, I found myself writing furiously, completing the first scene of a play. The conversation is two professors talking about having sex with students, so I see where my mind had wandered. Tom had remarked that I never write about being a teacher. So, now I do, and it’s risque right out of the gate.

Endgame in drama class. It could be King Lear if it were only about something.