When I left the UK, I was certain that everything writerly about my being had evacuated the premises. I blogged and blogged and blogged while I was abroad and when I got back to the states, I felt empty; I felt void of any inspiration, of any ability to write down my feelings, to write at all. Then my midterm paper for my January Term class, Philosophy of Love and Sex—right up my alley, right?!,—came up and I was informed once again that any ability to write within my soul had stayed put on the 8th floor of the London Residence Hall. I stayed up until one AM with nothing to show for it but a vague outline and a few scribbled down quotes. In short: it was a nightmare. It was due in 9 hours and I had yet to produce anything, anything at all.
So, naturally, I went to bed because I work so much better in the morning than I do at night.
(INSERT MASSIVE EYE ROLL HERE)
But I got up at six, showered, dried my hair, put on some clothes and some lens lacking glasses, packed up my books and laptop, and drove down to River Rock Coffee to write a paper that was due in 3 hours.
And, somehow, I did. Somehow I wrote a paper that went beyond the word count, had some sort of thesis, and managed to make a decent argument. Oh, and I got an ‘A.’
So, I guess it’s back. My ability, desire, and motivation to write has weaseled its way back into my being and it must have been one long-ass trip from across the Atlantic Ocean. Still: it’s here! And I actually want to keep it around. I want to foster it, take care of it, embrace it, and treat it with love.
And I’m going to.
And what better way to do so, then to blog about the oh-so-ordinary days of this oh-so-ordinary life?
For those of you listing off different, better measures to foster my writing spirit: stop. My question was rhetorical.
So, from Elton John to me, and me to all of you: The Bitch is Back!
