It's back to school for me in a few hours.

As always, I'm having mixed feelings at the start of every semester; excited and dreary, but, to be honest, I'm ready to just immerse myself in the ever-growing pile of assignments because I realise that if I have no reason to actually pick up the paintbrush, then I won't because I'm on school break. What's the rush? And if you have any idea of the events leading up to this, I'd assure you that painting is the last thing you would want to do.

I have other interests to pursue, but of course I haven't written anything solid since November. I have penned something down, but then I'll go over it again and decide a rewrite is in order and I'm never satisfied with what is written — until just a few hours ago.

It's the 50 Vignettes that I've been meaning to write.

I've done 2 on the word-prompt list.

48 more to go.

It's always like this. It doesn't matter how long a school break is because I won't be able to accept what I've written until the very last day when I have to sleep early because school starts tomorrow and I can't get away from the laptop because these ideas and words have just raped my mind and it feels like if I don't type everything down now, I'm going to lose it forever.

Labels: ramble, writer's block