There are times I wonder if I only consider myself a writer, because I can't think of anything else. Certainly isn't because it's easy. - Brittney

I'll have these days where I'll wake up early and do a bunch of preliminary essay stuff, and have this wonderful breakthrough. The movie's narration is about narration, I'll scrawl in red pen up the side of my assignment sheet. "I could really see doing this for a living. Academia is for me!" I think. Then I take an hour to type up the bibliography because I get so easily distracted.

It's the same way I am with writing. I want to do it, I love to do it, but I can't seem to get inspired.

I've joked about just marrying rich and having babies and just not doing anything all day, but I know I'd hate that. I'd go crazy. I'd love it for two weeks, then I'd start going crazy. I wouldn't come up with a project, I would just go slowly insane. I'd start talking to the TV. I know myself.

Maybe something is still worth doing even if it doesn't flow like water from my pen.

PS My dining hall menu lists tonight's entree as "Roast Chicken with Swish Chalet Sauce." Typo or bad pun or cover-up for copywright infringement? You decide.