I am fighting with the first mouth sore I've had in several months. I'm not overly upset, because it is, after all, the first one in several months. Still, it's hard eating or drinking anything without pain, so I am allowing myself to feel a bit sorry for myself. Bob made some of his very special winter oatmeal, with all sorts of yummy things in it, and that was my supper.
I had a reasonable week (except for the Tuesday meeting FROM HELL about which I've already spoken. I think I'm getting an idea of how to deal with my uber-boss, who's still my immediate boss. Why? Because the fellow they're bringing in from Far, Far Away, may end up being handed a different job within the company. And his arrival on our shores is apparently taking more time than was originally expected. If they have to hire someone from the vast pool of unemployed local editors, that would please me, I think. Anyhow, yes, I'm dealing with her a little better.
I have somewhere over four paragraphs of Chapter 26 written. I'm not sure these will end up being the lead paragraphs in the chapter, but they'll be somewhere in there. This will be a chapter with numerous scene and POV changes, I think; I don't want it to end up too choppy or hurried, but I think a lot needs to get done.
I went with my friend Rose on Friday to see Roxane Gay, author of, among other things, "Bad Feminist." I haven't read it yet, but based on the conversation she held on stage with her interviewers made me think I should get her book, at least from the library. She had some very interesting things to say about being a woman in academe, for instance, and about being a black, large-bodied, queer, really, really smart woman in academe.
I also liked the way she handled the Q&A session. Those can be really uncomfortable for listeners and for the person who has to answer the questions. I sat through one session after a dance recital, for instance, when the guest, the choreographer, had to endure a woman who grabbed the mic and wouldn't relinquish it, while she droned on and on, the only person in the auditorium to enjoy the sound of her voice.
Gay didn't have to endure that; she got no more than a couple of so-so questions, and the rest were thoughtful and aimed at her, rather than aimed at the rest of the audience in order to show how cool the questioner was. The audience's reward was hearing her in full-on good teacher mode: listening with respect to the questions, while still being able to show a bit of asperity with questioners, answering their question, but also giving some further information that might suggest to the questioner that they'd asked the wrong question. I love that in a teacher.
So, yeah, tl;dr: I'm going to find either "Bad Feminist" or perhap's Gay's fiction, so that I can get a better feel for her. This entry was originally posted at http://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/386308.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here; I watch both.