Thanksgiving is over, and I have writer's block.
That has to be one of the most annoying things in the world. I know what I need to write, but every time I go to write the next chapter of Dealing With Change it doesn't turn out. Still, I know that it'll work out eventually. Preferably before Monday-- I have a deadline to keep.
I had the oddest realization last week.
I'm bored.
At school.
It's not that the matierial doesn't hold my interest, it does. There's just not enough to do. I finish my work before class ends, and then what?
I wait.
For the next 30 minutes.
Doing nothing.
If I'm lucky, I'll have a book. But it's usually fiction, and thus doesn't teach me much. Therefore I am bored.
