Χαῖρε! Greetings. I got through the first week of the semester and am on to the second. Today I had breakfast at the caf at 8:00 and traditional grammar and usage at 9:00. I have New Testament Greek at 1:00. I think I'm going to love Mondays.
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But not everything in my garden is sunny. If you haven't noticed, I've been rather inconsistent with my posts lately. Some might call it lazy, some might call it writer's block. I'm going to call it writer's pox. I'm suffering from writer's pox. Again.
Writer's Pox: an affliction characterized by difficulty in putting words down either in pen or pencil or on the computer, often accompanied by an acute sensation of doubt about whether or not one really wants to be a writer
All the writing advice books in the world will do me no good if I'm not writing. Polished stories and poems don't appear overnight like dandelions. So I crank out words that mean nothing to me because they're so wrong--the right ones slip through my fingers like thrashing, slimy eels.
*I want to write for the love of it, but I've forgotten how.