It's Funny

That when I WANT to write, NEED to write something (say, scholarships or papers) and need to be linguistic, I can't.

The eloquence I somehow manage to pull off at times isn't cooperating and I am so angry. I feel so intimidated by a stupid scholarship, because I haven't gotten any yet. I don't want to hit my peak now and then fall flat for the rest of my life. I'm scared of my golden age being over already.

That's all I wanted to say. Anger's out now.

I have much to say and write about my visit with dp (oh, like you're all on the edge of your seats, mystery readers) and I will share it. It will just take some time to figure out how to tell the story...