| | I wrote a post about the absolute madness that was The Container Store college night (20% off all items in the store, hoards of frantic shoppers, a really well-timed mom impasse) but my concentration was broken by my mom (surprise surprise) in the middle of writing it and when I picked it up again the humor sort of went completely downhill. It irritates me just because a. I feel like I have some sort of obligation to post on here again – and make it good - and b. I’m beginning to wonder whether or not I’m still a decent writer. Granted, it could just be stagnation due to my circumstances – my life has gotten relatively repetitive, dull, and uninteresting, and if I find it uninteresting, it’s definitely not worth writing about. And I hate to rehash the topic of leaving for college and cutting ties and all that angsty crap, especially when I leave in two and a half weeks and I know I’ll mega-post about that.
So, with that, I leave you until I find something else post-worthy – and am able to actually effectively write about it.
Wait, okay, something for you to contemplate (and comment on, preferably): is it better to keep your secrets or to be completely open and honest?
P.S. I highly recommend the book below - short (100 pages), well organized, logical essay (yet very smoothly and beautifully written like a novel) about the conditions of women writers and their development. One of the best books i've read recently, definitely the best scholarly work i've read. |
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