Journey to the due date

Looking back into my previous descents into the realm of scripture, I see the peril of a raging whirlpool of thought sinking all ideas into a state of spiraling confusion. Many were never found, but shards of cumbersome ideas sank to the bottom of this realm. Wise men know to ponder every route possible and avoid this mass of swirling turmoil which many foolish procrastinators, like me, go into.

Most of my writing experience comes from AP Literature/ Language class where weekly essays were a dreadful expectation, and hours of reading a bombardment to my feeble mind. Only through this torture did I realize the lethality of the word analyze. Unlike the fun and pleasant assignments which I receive from Ms. Britenburg, writing hasn’t been a positive experience. The maximum number of pages I remember from possibly the worst period of my life was a sixteen page research paper.

Authors have their own personal background to writing; in fact the previously mentioned research paper was about William Golding.  Everything William Golding did, and how it related to writing in general is a contrasting summary of the assignment. Source validation, explorations inside of libraries and a constant struggle to maintain sanity were some of the challenges of this expedition. In the end Golding’s life was buried within cryptic passages inside the fortress of knowledge.

During the long and strenuous war of writing what keeps my morale up is the thought that there is still hope for the heavily outmatched thoughts of intellect versus those of distraction and stress. More than likely to avoid disturbance I will seek refuge inside a silent library. However what usually occurs is the blank stare at the screen as my options become more and more limited. Thought is not easy to organize, and much less to calm in the state of emergency as the due date approaches.