Miriam Makeba and the next manuscript

Ragdale. I am here on a residency with Ocho Poetas organized by Francisco Aragón. This morning David Dominguez made eggs with chorizo and potatoes. There was coffee and laughter, story exchange and comfort. Roberto Harrison shared some of his musical loves. While David was cooking, we grooved to "Low Rider" by War and "Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba. As I write now, I am bouncing to newly purchased tunes from Miriam Makeba. Enchantment. Outside the window, autumn leaves are weighted in gold. The sky is a violet-blue. Not a cloud in the sky. The sun seems tender with the chill and wind.
In the past few days, I have written a first-first-first draft of a creative nonfiction piece; written three poems; dialogued with my Spanish students; submitted to journals and presses (32) photographs, poetry, and fiction; looked into academic jobs in Australia; refined my CV; written an academic cover letter; edited the poetry for The Acentos Review; started Google Analytics for the site; updated Facebook for the review; started a book; edited my third manuscript; and had some incredible conversations. For the rest of my stay, I want to finish that job application for a creative writing gig, write a review of at least one of the books I've been given here, and start thinking about the next manuscript.
For my next manuscript, I want to immerse myself in dance. I want to talk about one of my passions. I want to explore the bodies wonders and limits and how transformations can occur within a flick of the wrist. I'm still conceptualizing the tack - it's something that I've been considering for a few years now - and I think that I am almost ready to write the dancer's pleasure. If I can write even one of those poems, then I'll call this residency a success.
Part of me knows that I should also get back into the novel I've had on the back burner for over a year, but I think I'll hold off on that until the summer when I return to the Tyrone Guthrie Center in Ireland.