What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Does it harden, a bitter pill in the gut, to poison the whole bloodstream and shrivel the skin of joy?
In my case, it has waited, a coiled seed, to burst and bloom in the desert sun.
* We are moving to Texas this summer, where I will begin a PhD in English Literature at Baylor University!*
I’ll be studying modern British poetry and drama under the excellent Dr. Richard Russell and others, probably working as a research assistant, and trying to keep up some Inklings connections as relevant along the way. I’ll update this blog with more news about its future as that develops in my mind. I do intend to finish the chronological blog-through of CW’s books, and I’ll tell you about my keynote at Taylor after that happens. I still need to blog about the Inspector Lewis episode script, too.
So, it’s a difficult time here as we try to finish building Higgins’ Croft and get it ready to sell. It’s a time of grief and glory. It’s a time of endings and beginnings. It’s time to put on the cowboy boots and march into the library. Yeehaw!