Tell me a story
So...going back to classes after a week-long break: not so much fun. Research just felt like it would never end, and it didn't help that Eric decided to ditch. No one talks in that class besides us, and I drove myself nuts answering question after question! I even waited a bit each time Macintosh asked something - nothing. Silence. Crickets chirped. Frogs croaked. I am insanely opposed to reading quizzes, so I kept chiming in in a vain attempt to make it look like the class is keeping on top of things. Yeah, pretty sure I didn't actually succeed in that. Oh well. Maybe Wednesday will be better.
I'm still craving a creative outlet. I also still have not figured out exactly what it is I'm seeking. Lately, I've felt possessed of an urge to try my hand at writing fiction. I have no idea where that urge is coming from, since I generally shy from creative writing. As far as I can remember, I've only ever written one poem, ages ago, and that stemmed from some extreme emotional issues. I'm reasonably well-adjusted now, so I don't think that's what's spurring me on...we'll see if this nagging sensation eases up soon or not. If not, I may have to try something. Oy.
On a different note, I wore pearls today, and felt all grown-up.
I'm still craving a creative outlet. I also still have not figured out exactly what it is I'm seeking. Lately, I've felt possessed of an urge to try my hand at writing fiction. I have no idea where that urge is coming from, since I generally shy from creative writing. As far as I can remember, I've only ever written one poem, ages ago, and that stemmed from some extreme emotional issues. I'm reasonably well-adjusted now, so I don't think that's what's spurring me on...we'll see if this nagging sensation eases up soon or not. If not, I may have to try something. Oy.
On a different note, I wore pearls today, and felt all grown-up.