I'm back home with not much to say.
Maybe after the last week of school goes by and I'm done writing the myriad of papers due, I'll be able to start to enjoy writing again.
Until then...
musings and ruminations of a quirky little brunette who waxes poetic and her legs.
1 comment:
That's the thing about the stuff that is forced upon us. When I would get a school break, the one thing I wanted to do, besides sleep, was read what I wanted. Of course, had I had a journal, I would have wanted to write for fun.
But when your fingers are just talked out, it is hard to find the energy to use them for awhile.
~~ jennifer
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