I know I said that I would be posting excerpts from my stories but I got sidetracked with life. I’ve planned to go back to school for a long time. So after starting the process in May and getting accepted (again) at the beginning of August, I started my fall semester as an English major at the end of August. It’s been hectic but I know I was meant to travel this road. I’ve has to fight with administration just to get my records straight and NOW that’s finally done. It won’t be very long before I’ll be announcing my graduation but right now I’m taking one step at a time. I haven’t been creative lately so I apologize for not posting like I said I would but my focus is on school. I must say reading American “Literature” pre-Civil War is not making me much of a fan of reading or writing. The works I’m reading currently are dry and unmoving. I’m sure someone will disagree. This class is really making me challenge my love of poetry. I used to say that I loved ALL literature. That is not the case. While reading today I had a thought:
“Perhaps it is not poetry I love so much and hold so dear, maybe it is the stroke of my own pen, ’cause this old English is driving me mad.”
After the thought ran across my mind, I immediately sat up and wrote it down. Then I posted it online. Now I’m writing it here. I’ll find a way to turn that line into a piece because that was my next thought. I don’t really want to think about what “form” I’m writing in, I just want to write. I’ll leave the analysis to the audience. Hopefully all the blah, blah, blah won’t make me lose my mojo. Don’t worry I’m still here. If I get a creative jones, I’ll let you know. Until then, star gaze.
Words LIFE Breathe write 