It's been so long since I last posted, I wanted to write something that would really grab you all. Some incredible, wiredrawn piece that would leave you reeling. I wanted to write about the beauty of the leaves as they fell to the ground. I wanted to describe the delicate sound they made as their dried bodies touched down.
But I missed Autumn.
I wanted to write about exams, and how my brain recently felt as though it would melt and trickle out of my ear, all my knowledge disappearing as a result of a breakdown.
But somehow I survived.
I wanted to write about Emma and how clever Jane Austen must have thought herself. How this hugely acclaimed literature is really just an example of women who don't push the bounderies far enough. How Emma is an irritating little girl who's story could have been 300 pages shorter had she realised her future as quickly as I did.
But I had no time to dedicate to it.
I wanted an incredible comeback blog, dedicated to one subject. Instead, I have given you small rants on three. Oh the irony of writer's block...
Word of the Day: wiredrawn - finely spun; extremely intricate
