I can perhaps, one December afternoon, look at the picture of these petunias and remember what summer was.
Now that the class I was taking is over and the 25-page paper is turned in, I might start writing in this blog again.
It has been a grueling couple of months. The class lasted 6 weeks. It was intense. The paper was due a month after the session ended, so the misery lingered like a [clever simile here]. My hope is that the finished paper is at least “good enough.”
Now, I just want to make jewelry. I’m on a memory wire bracelet kick these days.
My on-off relationship with writing is now somewhere between the two positions.