essay bemoaning

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I've known I had to write this essay for almost three weeks now. It's not a terribly complex assignment. It's a scene analysis from The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters, which we read for my College Writing II class. I picked out a scene, I did (most) of my brainstorming questions, but I'm staring at an open and empty word document which not a single fuck to give about it.



I can pick apart a five second scene from a television show or a book or something and dissect it down to tiny pieces, but I just don't feel like doing it with this. The book wasn't bad, necessarily, but it was a bit dry and I was glad to finish it. It wasn't particularly scary, despite being a ghost story, and was more than a little boring.

I also haven't written anything for NaNo in the last two days. Mostly because I've been feeling like crap and it's not really a valid excuse for not writing, but that's what it is.

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