I am not inspired to write much of the time.
My creative writing teacher made the comment today that good writing is accomplished through hard work....not so much innate talent. All writers, even the good ones have crappy work. Maybe, just maybe I could be a good writer someday.
I feel so much like an amateur....I don't just feel, I know. I want to write better. I do. so I guess practice is the best option.
I have twenty-four books this semester, most of which are novels of some sort.
This semester should be fun.
I found myself in the library nearly alone last night reading my homework....First day of class and I'm already in the library.
I have to read "The Princess" for my Victorian Lit. class and it's very long, to say the least. We had to print the narrative poem from the internet....I think it wound up being....6, 6, 10, 8, 13, 11, 8, 8, 3.....well over 70 pages....and I have to lead discussion on the first half of it next Tuesday! Aghhh.
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