>> Icy Winds <<

After a brilliant past month or so, I’m finally losing momentum. The last 2 days, I’ve been very grumpy, particularly about a certain paper due in a certain writing seminar. I don’t know why I can’t write when it comes to essays, but I just end up sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper for hours on end, when it comes to that. I think it has to do with the unavoidable doom. I’ve never been a good writer, chances are that writing 4 papers for a writing seminar won’t make me a fabulous writer, especially if I keep writing them in short time frames when my brain is already mush. I’m hoping that typing here will inspire me to type something on that blank page that has been sitting there for the past 2 days. I think the longer I sit, the worse I feel about it. I’m reluctant to talk to friends because I know that I’m not doing my work, but still I feel better if I’m alone. It’s not that I can’t concentrate, it’s the feeling that whatever I write down will be harshly critisized and graded badly. There’s nothing I can do to prevent that from happening, so I’m pulling my hair out to figure out how to fill 7 pages with words that don’t sound too bad. I guess my happiness had to end sometime, and it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve last complained, and I’m in real need of complaining now.