Three things: Snoring dogs. Annette’s been going in to work since school started up a couple months ago, which leaves me here at the house with the dogs. There’s something insanely comforting about a beagle who snores louder than bears. It’s become what the world sounds like when everything immediately around me is okay. Heating....
Author: Tim
Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.
His poetry has been published in various places, both in print and online, and he'd almost certainly be more specific than that if he were any fucking good at self promotion.
He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.
He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.
Gratitude Journal
Trying something different today: Grateful for the students who are most likely lying to me about not plagiarizing. Seriously, thank you, you’re helping me grow as an educator. Because education isn’t always about instruction, and instruction I know I’m good at. But dealing with this shit, which is stupid, and an offensive waste of my...
Gratitude Journal
Three things: Annette. I encountered the most blatant academic dishonesty of my short career last night and having someone with 20 years in education to talk about it, make sure my reaction wasn’t unfair, etc., made such a huge difference. Phil. I’ve known Phil for 20 years. We had lunch yesterday, at an excellent Malaysian...
Gratitude Journal
Three things: Flexibility. I haven’t written one of these in two days because the night before last I was exhausted, and last night I was too busy having the most fun I’ve had since the Before Time. And the more I think about it, the more I think writing these at night is a bad...
Gratitude Journal
Three things: My Inlandia Workshop. Every other week I coordinate a critique group with a group of writers who are truly excellent people. It brings me genuine joy, and tonight was no different. Therapy. I’m 18 years in and I’d be a fucking train wreck without it. The Try Channel on YouTube. They’ve made the...
Weekly Check In – 10/21/2020
Sixty six weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 233 Blood Sugar: 105 Down a pound. IT’S A ROLLER COASTER OF EMOTION (not really). The post I wrote last week was really helpful. It helped me be aware of the shit that’s going through my head, and knowing where...