I recently moved into my college dorm to start my freshman year (which is, partly, why I have been so inactive online recently) and in my explorations of the campus I have discovered that the library is especially intriguing.
Category: Writing
Just a short essay I wrote about graduating high school
How could I let this happen? It’s twenty minutes before the time my weekly blog post is supposed to go up, and I’m sitting on the couch, staring at the devastatingly empty draft post on my laptop screen. My cursor blinks pitifully against the unforgiving expanse of blank space, until I close out of the tab with a plaintive sigh.
Last week I posted Part 1 of Reacting to my Old Writing, in which I read the first half of my middle school magnum opus. Go check it out before you read this post.
I’ve been planning- or rather, procrastinating- getting back into creative writing for a while. I used to be really into it; I wanted to be a writer since I was five and wrote my first “book”, but when I started high school I kind of fell out of inspiration (if that phrasing makes any sense).
Frappes and Fiction 