ARGH, RANT, VENT, SCREAM.

I just got half way through my Dickinson rewrite (literally, 2.5 pages out of 5) and STALLED OUT. I hate it when that happens. my attention span goes *poof*, EVEN WHEN WRITING ABOUT THE LADY-POET I MOST LOVE EVER. and then I just wind up writing things like, "well, you know Emily, she was a little crazy around the edges so I'm guessin' she means..." and YEAH THAT DON'T FLY.

I think this all boils down to HI CAMPUS CLINIC WHERE IS MY SCRIP THANKS.
and also HI MEL PLEASE TO BE USING BETTER TIME MANAGEMENT THANKS.



so now I have Tolkien. and then working lunch, with ONE HOUR to get the other half done. which I can do... IF I FIND MY BRAIN.