I feel bad because I haven't been too inspired to write anything lately. My stories remain discontinued, I haven't started any new poems yet... it's kinda sad. I think that once you write a sonnet, your poetic license just goes "Well, I'm done - there's no other challenge for you to take on in this category." Unless I tried writing an epic, but since I take AP Latin and struggle just to understand why Vergil had to go and write a hulking story like the Aeneid in the first place, I think I would surely go mad after trying to write the first few pages of an epic.

I didn't dare try the NaNoWriMo competition this year because I knew I'd never work on it before the deadline. As for my other stories, well... I can honestly say that I've hit the biggest writer's blockade I've ever had. I can only write slashes. For those of you that don't know, slashes are boy and boy (or girl and girl) romances... gay love stories. I'm not even sure how I got into writing them - I think it was because all of my favorite online stories were slashes so I wanted to try writing them too, and I'm too bad at them, but it's such a slump that it's all I can write now. Also, I've encountered one of my smaller writer's blocks where I'm so stuck for a reason to continue a story that I just randomly decide to send them to a party to stir things up. I mean, it helps me get unslumped, but it's like taking the easy way out, which I hate.

I have another newspaper article assignment - I get to write about zombies :) That makes me happy because I, personally, find zombies to be cool and they are very popular nowadays. The angle for my article is supposed to be how zombies are becoming the new vampire fad. Now I just have to figure out how to logically defend my beloved corpses without turning into a total fangirl and an anti-Twilight fanatic. (I don't hate Twilight, I just can't get excited about it like every other female of my generation).

I'm not even sure what poetic challenge I should take on next with this, but my friend said "Rule of thumb; boys are dumb". No offense to any boys out there, but I liked the way it sounds, and it rhymes, so I might try to make it into a song or something.

I hate limericks. Just throwing that out there. They are stupid and crude. I wrote a limerick about how I hate limericks, but it's in my journal somewhere, so I might post it on here eventually. I also dislike haikus, but only because they can be so simple and yet so difficult at the same time... like microwavable frozen food directions.

Right now, I got another novel idea stuck in my head with no real direction for it - I just know I would love to see it on a bookshelf one day. When I can polish out a description of it, I'll get to work on it. For now, I'm going to tackle my slash stories one more time before trying to start on my article.

And I'm very sick and tired and hungry right now, but I never listen to my brain when it's telling me to do smart, necessary things.