It was Lupis (71 of 90)

Hello dearies. Here's today's post.

Thoughts:

So. I'm an aspiring writer. I do believe we go over this at least once a week. But here it goes again. I'm writing another creative critical essay for English. And I do believe these are slowly contributing to my growing insanity. I've mention the compulsion to write that I seem to have acquired. But I'm not sure if I've gone over it in any detail.

I was talking with Tori today on our way to dinner. Just passing thoughts about what I might write about for this essay. When it hit me. I went into today thinking my essay would be over Burke and my growing love for him as a writer. But alas, this is not the case. He might show his face later on in my tale, but another has entirely taken over my mind. There's no escaping her.

Flannery O'Connor won't leave me the hell alone. Crazy old dead lady. Crazy mind. I don't know what's going on in my head exactly, but I do know O'Connor has something to do with it. She's damn near haunting me. I can't do anything else. Just stare at her book and go over her stories in my mind. She's taken over my essay. Writing really is a compulsion. This essay isn't something I wanted to do. But something I had to do. I don't think O'Connor would shut up long enough for me to write about Burke. So instead I have the beginnings of an essay about her.

Crazy old broad. I hope she's happy about this. But, I'm not going willingly. I'll fight her till the end. This essay will be a battle. A struggle of wits. Me against O'Connor. The short story master, and a lowly under graduate peon. I don't know who'll win. Maybe by the end of this, my opinion of her will change. Maybe it won't. Maybe I'll find my way through her stories. Maybe I'll drown in The River. I don't know. But I will fight. I have no choice.

There was never another option. Only to write what feels right. To write what my brain tells me. And for now, my brain is duking it out with a dead lady. What the hell...

I swear I'm crazy.

Quote of the Day:

"If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done."
- Ludwig Wittgenstein