An unquestionably interesting past few months have passed. They have been very busy ones as well. I've taken on a lot of responsibilities, and it is my senior year of college after all--it's about time I started doing some of the work around here. Also, I'm trying to fit in as many things which I know I'll never be able to do again in these few months.
Unfortunately, as I've come to find out, it's been hard on my creativity. There isn't a lot of time at the end of the day to write anymore; I write in class sometimes, or when I'm supposed to be studying, but it isn't great quality.
I remember that I used to write all the time in high school. Sometimes I look back on that as my mean little "golden age," whatever kind I can have at so young. It seems pretentious over here too. I go back and read what I've written, and sometimes the immaturity of it bowls me over--but sometimes the words are fabulous, and I can't remember how they got there with my name beside them on a sheet of paper.
I don't keep up with writing these days, and I think my style is suffering. However, I can't stop everything I'm doing just for one little thing. I'm not disciplined enough to make myself sit down and write when I don't particularly want to or need to, either.
As it happens most of the time with my problems, I'll leave it alone for a while and see whether a resolution takes place. If not, you'll no doubt read more about it in a few months--or be faced with a cancellation of this publication.