Finding the Time to Write

So I’m back to school. And it seems like I’m in an arena, grappling with the human form of time and health, in an attempt to squeeze writing into my new hectic schedule. I wake up 6:30am and come back around 4:00pm, a trainwreck of a corpse which has to feel its way to its bed because it doesn’t trust the blurred images and dark edges that is its vision. After my routine nap—that I swear does no sort of regeneration whatsoever—I wake up and either try to complete the avalanching assignments I’d received that day alone or get dressed and visit some relatives because it’s wedding season and it seems as though people are popping the question out of mere boredom. I can’t say no to these outings because these people are like elephants…or were they camels?—I don’t know, which animal was it that never forgets and holds a grudge against everything? I think elephants. Anyway, and if I dare steal a few hours to scribble after the wedding—think 2:00am in the morning—the outcome is utter bullshit and I misspell words like ‘and’ and ‘then’ which Autocorrect is an eager beaver to repair but I mean that’s like literary slang for ‘GO TO BED—YOU SUCK’. The paper is talking to you, and when your inner Charles Dickens instructs—because Dickens never requests, how dare that thought cross your mind—you listen. Don’t worry, I will still write. If it’s between classes—or even during class like that other time (the teacher almost caught me if you were wondering, but the cat/ninja hybrid that I am managed to evade the worst of it)—or even like today, the only day off I have. I will. Hell, you can even expect something later on! EE.xx