This postYou know it’s been cold when you think 23 degrees is warm. :) It has been warmer lately, especially during the day, and it’s lovely. Soon I’ll be able to downgrade from my heavy winter coat back to my usual jacket, and then eventually I won’t need even that. That will be in September. :P
I started reading A Tale of Two Cities this afternoon at the recommendation of a friend. And I just checked out Gilead, which also looks to be quite good. (I hope you’re reading this, Anna. :)) I’ll still keep going with Pickwick, though, mainly because I learned today that it was Dickens’ first novel and he was only 24. Twenty-four! I’m almost twenty-four. Where’s my first novel? Hmm, yes, back to the drawing board. It’s exhilarating to realize that young authors — Mary Shelley was only nineteen when she penned Frankenstein — can write works of such depth. It’s also a call to action, at least for me. Writing in this blog is nice, and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon, but it’s more of a scratchpad. In contrast, I feel like I need to start writing more “real” pieces — polished, revised, and solid. You know — essays, stories, poetry, things I could get published.
Anyway, I only got five hours of sleep last night, and only three guys showed up to the elders quorum genealogy lesson I taught this morning, and only one…hmm…there’s got to be something that there’s only one of. Only one obstacle remains. Only one can take the ring back to Mordor. Only one more semester. Only one ever pulled it off. Only one hope survived. Bah, forget it.
I think I really need sleep. :)
