~The Inspiration that wasn’t meant to be~
I feel like college becomes more difficult at the most inconvenient times.
This morning I sparked an excellent idea. I had everything planned. I jot down a few notes, tucked them into my writing folder and waited until class was up. The problem was, and there is always a problem, by the time class was over my newly found inspiration had escaped me. I was tired after three hours of lecture, my brain had gone soft. Any hope of writing had vanished. My only true desire was to throw down my books and take a late afternoon nap.
“This will never work,” I thought to myself, face down breathing into my pillow. “Writing takes time… and you don’t have any.”
Time has has been one of my biggest struggles this semester. I’m two weeks in and have more chapters to read than chapters written. I am aware that I have mentioned this in earlier rants, however, todays loss of inspiration has me in a cranky mood. I’m always hoping that tomorrow will be better, and since tomorrow is Saturday I am betting that it will be.
On a side note, I just got back from Applebee’s where my friends and I devoured half priced apps. It was euphoria in a basket of hot boneless buffalo wings.