Here’s something that’s happened with lots of sleep and medication:

The first book — the one, mine, to be written — introduced itself, forcefully. Came right in and sat down in one of the wing chairs and helped itself to tea and wouldn’t go away. Tells me about structure when I feed the cats. Drops idle remarks about past and present, snarks about my inadequacies with Marx as a primary source, makes threatening remarks about exactly when the first intellectual model of the information economy broke, rolls its eyes and shuts up when I ask the (damn) classroom question. Roundly mocks chapters 1, 2, and 5 of the dissertation, and proposes they’re best left behind, especially with all the old stuff on class, and I’ve got a new focus anyway.

And it’s there, in something different from what might have been its old shape and rhythms, but insistent:

Write me, it says.


5 thoughts on “Inkling

  • October 21, 2008 at 11:09 am

    And you must absolutely obey the voice that says, “Write me.” I’ll be looking forward to having a cup of tea with this book myself some day.

  • October 21, 2008 at 11:23 pm

    I’m glad to see you posting–are you feeling any better?

  • October 22, 2008 at 5:13 am

    I’ll show you mine if you show me yours! Can I see proposal / ideas in progress / musing notes? I am happy to share any of the Thing that I’m currently writing.

    So glad it has moved in. That is a great feeling. 🙂

  • October 25, 2008 at 10:16 am

    I’m so glad it showed up and started talking to you. Hopefully it won’t require more medication to keep talking!

  • October 31, 2008 at 9:39 pm

    The ideas are there, yes. Insistent. (And of course, Margs, I’ll share.)

    Tripartite (again, of course) organizational scheme, themed a la Benkler (or, OK, imitating Barthes?) around very old foundational texts.

    And (OK, I can’t resist) they have a plan.

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