Writing

I'm in bed today: writing and writing, thinking and thinking. A portfolio of writing is due on Tuesday; it's the final for my creative nonfiction class. 

In general, I've struggled to grasp any ounce of motivation for school this semester. I blame it on senioritis, mostly because senioritis is an easy target. But I haven't struggled to stay motivated in this class.

I'm anxious to be a better writer. I care about wandering, thought, wandering thoughts, and writing all of it down. I feel like it's an important thing to care about.

Picture from my annual birthday drive to see the changing leaves.