For a writer life consists of either writing or thinking about writing.
Eugène Ionesco, Romanian-French dramatist and playwright
The grad school profs are having a meeting on Saturday, so us MFA kiddies don't have classes. w00t!
Time to cook up something nice for the Muse of Poetry this weekend. *rubs hands evilly* I swear. It's ironic that I can't write that one genre that made me fall in love with the art in the first place.
And FINALLY enought ime to get cracking on those journal discourses and creative essays (emphasis on the 'ssss') and revise the flash fiction Sir G gave back last week.
Which means STILL no HP6 for me over the weekend.
Gah.
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