24Mar16 update

Got past the midterms. Past being the operative phrase.

Submitted my second short story for my creative writing course. Had to whip it together over three days, not nearly enough time but...midterms.

It continues the tale of Megan even though she's dead now.

It's more the leading up to that event. More Jordan but not enough. I realized that after I completed it.

Malachi, a new character took over as some characters are want to do. He was suppose to be there but die later. He's such a strong character I want to save him.

So he dies.

My moods good. Conscious of time slipping away but that's just too much me thinking. The answer is more work.

13Mar16 today

I'm going outside to cut grass.

I've Been obsessing lately on school and other things, mind cluttered and fractured. I need something I can control, something I can have a physical effect on.

I forget to be while out these days. I rushi about mind on everything but where I am, what I'm doing, like young Luke Skywalker. Today I'll sweat, feel the heat drain me along with those meddlesome worries.

I write still but not the subjects I want weighed down by the thoughts of men dead two hundred years. Deep thought to be sure but the energy tied up in trying to spew back their words/ life mission in an acceptable manner is tiring. I criticize myself at every turn, the result is little progress.

I'll get there.😊

I just have to whine from time to time.

In the interests of keeping it real...

The ground is saturated. Too wet to cut.

I guess it's back to Pater, Matthew, and Arnold.