Forget Home

It’s easier to forget that I have another life on the other side of the ocean than to admit I’ve been neglecting that life. I’ve spoken more french over the last year than I have spoken to my mom at all. It’s only now, with a week of classes left to my entire university experience that I’m being forced to see how much damage I’ve done to my home life. 

Writing Influences

In class this week we were thinking about what makes us the kind of writers we are. This was good timing because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the writer I am, the writer I want to be, and the writer I will most likely end up being. All three are fairly different from each other, considering they’re all me, but I guess it’s hard to imagine the future. It’s easier to look back at what got me here.

I’m Back

I haven’t been blogging all that much this past week, or the week before, but I have reasons! I spent the last week of February sick and feeling sorry for myself, and the first week of March getting over it and working on my ECP/dissertation/thesis. I’m done now, and I’ve printed it all off and had it bound before I sent it into the void to be marked, hoping it will never return.