a point

I wanted to say this to someone: " The point is to recognize signs, how you act and what you do in certain situations and how you affect others around you." But maybe I should be saying it to myself. Go Figure.

tarnished idealism

same place, eight months later
thinking of one last paper
troubles greater
single is clearer
nowhere nearer, O dear reader
such a big dreamer

me time

Thought I would finally catch up on some writing today, especially since I took a personal "day off," but guess what?

Web/blog surfing= 1 Writing: 0

It takes me so long to sit and start writing something. Today's task is to write a simple journal, well, really a brainstorm based on a novel I read last week. How hard can it be to put some thoughts down on Word? I mean, it doesn't have to be polished writing. Sigh.

I feel like I've been so away from writing. Guilt, don't I know it.

before today

When I lived in my first apt in grad city about two years ago, I used to spend countless saturday nights -- just like tonight -- in front of the computer, reading various things (blogs, doubtless). Of course, there were times when I was productive, for instance, an hour's worth of devotion to actual research, academic stimulation -- oh how I'd love to bathe in inspiration about now.

Trying to read non-related essay by david savran, and then back to brainstorming on an essay. I miss those saturday nights of reckless eating and reading and sleeping.

not ready

I feel like renaming this occasional space and calling it Uninspired. How did I get to be so dull and unexcited about anything? Been lousy and moody for a few months now. I'd like to be back in the place when all I cared about was me and my books -- a happy place. Where are the Ruby red shoes when I need them?