I'm still adjusting to no Lit-traw-chure (pronounce with snooty accent) reading. As mentioned in a previous post, I tried to write and found myself reading my work as if I was going to to quizzed on it. Which, interestingly enough, has made me think that a lot of modern lit is pretty short on story telling. This is based on a bunch of personal essays I had to read in which virtually all of them ended in this vague kind of aren't-I-a-great-writer sort of no-conclusion. I refer to it as the "mumble ending." There's no satisfying ending because that's hard work and low brow apparently. With a "mumble ending" you can pretend you're being meaningful and artsy when really you're just being lazy. Get a life you essayists! Go read some Mark Twain. He wasn't afraid of a real ending.

I had the laptop with me at soccer practice, but I read instead. Not a good book. Ah, yes, Megan (see comment in prev. post) was right. I've found scorn to be quite refreshing.

Anyone who has scorn for my writing can just shut up about it.

Thank you.