I’ve carved out a few days to write – away from Richmond and my family – hanging out on the Eastern Shore … just me, the dogs, limited access to wifi, and spotty cell reception.
I’m restless … that’s usually the case on the first day I’m here alone with a project. I can feel momentum building … I’m hoping that an explosion of words, phrases, sentences that make sense will follow. Right now, ideas and connections are bouncing around just at the edge of articulation.
Solitude is good for this stage of writing – allows stuff to perk without having to explain my not-yet-formed ideas. Of course, I’ve also been fantasizing about a new career direction in solar panel installation and I took a nap after an early lunch of leftover quiche.
Since yesterday I’ve read most of one book, and skimmed two others. Matthew Crawford’s book Shop Class as Soul Craft: An Inquiry into the Value of Work is one I’d like to share with everyone I know … as well as future students. Seems apt reading for someone finishing a doctorate.
His analysis about the value of skilled manual work is useful as I try to parse out the general sense I got from the farm life oral histories I’ve collected about the intrinsic reward in knowing how to do things. People don’t usually state it directly … but knowing soil and microclimates, plowing straight rows without GPS systems, growing quality vegetables, being self-sufficient … a grounded pride in knowing how to do stuff comes through in the interviews. That’s what my fourth chapter is about, among other things.
Now I can add writing a blog entry to my list of moodling activities. All part of the process … luckily I’ve done enough writing to recognize it for what it is – a priming of the pump, so to speak. Either that, or I’m using the dissertation as an excuse to run away from home for a few days.