English class recently has been basically writing, all the time. Like, that's it. We've been (well, really, supposed to be) working on our own composition, since the beginning of the year, though I haven't been able to think of anything. I've moved around the room, finally, to a window seat, maybe trying to get some inspiration from the courtyard? But it's some kind of mental block. Whenever I write, or, try to, I end up just sitting there with my notebook, staring out the window. If it's a good day, I'll end up writing a few words. Or, if I get lucky, a line!
Today's attempted poem:
I cannot write a poem or a story
When I try to rhyme,
it simply ends up sorry.
:(
Picture of the day:
No comments:
Post a Comment