Obsessions, Obsessions

I'm posting obsessively, again, but I trust any readers will forgive me. School is surprsingly miserable, class-wise, and wonderfully entertaining, subject-wise.

On the subject of my literary progression, the writing that seemed about to return in Zombie-like incarnation, changed its mind, and stays dead. Not finding the books I needed, I bought "London Observed" on a whim, as a comfort of sorts. I knew I'd seen the name Doris Lessing somewhere, but couldn't place it. Checking her bibliography, I found she'd written "The Fifth Child", which I read closely (it's intended as a bad pun on 'close reading' tests). Reading it earlier today, I happened upon a short-story called "Romance 1988", and was slightly bothered by the fact that I'd seen the name somewhere. It turns out I read "Romance 1988" for my English exam.

And I just found nose-marks on the front door, and some of his toys still smell of him. I haven't yet deared to walk any of our ways.

Obsessions, Obsessions

I'm posting obsessively, again, but I trust any readers will forgive me. School is surprsingly miserable, class-wise, and wonderfully entertaining, subject-wise.

On the subject of my literary progression, the writing that seemed about to return in Zombie-like incarnation, changed its mind, and stays dead. Not finding the books I needed, I bought "London Observed" on a whim, as a comfort of sorts. I knew I'd seen the name Doris Lessing somewhere, but couldn't place it. Checking her bibliography, I found she'd written "The Fifth Child", which I read closely (it's intended as a bad pun on 'close reading' tests). Reading it earlier today, I happened upon a short-story called "Romance 1988", and was slightly bothered by the fact that I'd seen the name somewhere. It turns out I read "Romance 1988" for my English exam.

And I just found nose-marks on the front door, and some of his toys still smell of him. I haven't yet deared to walk any of our ways.