Whew. Well, I did it. I sent off the book (a short essay project on teaching with technology) to my editor today. I wish I could say that I felt relieved, like at the end of a term, but mainly I feel acutely conscious of how imperfect it is. It is an amazingly arrogant thing to decide to write a book, I think. Tonight I am deeply aware of how much I’ve left unsaid, how poorly I’ve said the things I did say, and so on. Sigh. One of the reasons I like blogging so much is that I don’t feel any need for it to be “perfect” or well-stated, or even all that interesting. If someone finds something here they like, great!, but if they don’t, they don’t have to come back. It’s all voluntary. I can spill out here the words that keep building up inside me, but I don’t have to worry about whether anyone else will value them, or feel ripped off if they’ve paid money to access them. Oh well. Another day, another project.
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