I’ve been writing this blog for 5 years. I’m starting to run out of new things to say. There’s only so many ways to say the same things over and over again.
Today, I exercised, read, wrote, and stayed outta the bullshit. Speaking of bullshit, I wish I had as much creativity as these guys do in finding new ways to stab each other.
A few months ago, the admin ordered the removal of the metal tables in each cube and replaced them with plastic ones. They cited security concerns, fearing they would be ripped apart to make bangers. In reality I believe they were just spending leftover money so the budget wouldn’t be cut the next year.
Regardless of why, the plan backfired, like almost every administrative decision does. The new tables were disassembled and scrapped for bangers anyways. Now there are no tables.
I’m taking a creative writing class to hopefully jolt me out of my malaise. It’s prisoner-run. The facilitator is a self-published novelist. I wonder how good his books are.
Despite the circumstances, it’s refreshing to be in a classroom setting, subjecting my writing to critique, and feeling that familiar anxious dread before sharing my work.
Easy Trouble 