I think that my house does to my creative spirit what nuclear radiation does to living tissue. Hence my failure to write anything since I’ve been here other than the last post.
It’s a shame, too. Because I really do have a lot to share. If you were entertained in the slightest by any of my past bloggings, you’d be interested in reading what I’m seemingly unable to write.
I started this post in the hopes that my fingers would poop out something worthwhile, but so far it seems to just be poop. I start working with children this Monday, while continuing my radio station internship. So it’s likely something will happen this week that I must write about. I’m not giving up! (yet).