goodbye july camp. hello warm bed.

I'm glad that I've got a very decent grade for Creative Writing, but lately the ever dilligent muse has abandoned me. Or perhaps she's just overshadowed by her lazy half-sister. Given a pen and paper and time, and more importantly, motivation, I'm pretty sure I can pull something out of the hat. But the trouble with holidays is while you finally have the time to do the million and one things you've thought about when you were preoccupied with work, when the break finally comes you just want to veg out. And chances are you'll probably end up doing the same thing over and over again.

I've visited this page a couple of times already, always with the intent to write, but thinking I don't really have anything terribly important or interesting to say, I abandon the post and close the dashboard window. Bad form for blogging, I know. But I'm sure I'll get back to writing. Eventually.

I don't even know why it's so terribly important. But they do say an important part of writing is practice.

So in the cold heart of winter, school restarts for most. And for the first time, I'm finally free from the shackles and education. And I'm missing my first camp as well. While I could spin out yarns of why I'm not going this time round (many of them are actually good ones), the thought of snuggling at home alone under the covers as I put on a movie and drink hot something just seems so irresistable while the rest of my comrades will have to freeze in a camp. So forgive me for putting it this way, but I do think I have the better end of the deal, thank you very much. Heh.

And I guess I could continue to sit here and ponder, but as always, the lure of movies and other home comforts tell me I've spent enough time online.


. Arigato .