i’m a strange bird
I’m having a really crappy day. And I’m beginning to think I’m going to give up on the manuscript. Or at least the June 15 deadline I’d set. And the festival at the river this evening, which I’d really been looking forward to, was a bust.
I’m having anxiety on an astronomical scale.
I was in sixth grade. Mr. Russell’s English class. It was sheer delight. Of course, most students hated it. It was one of the early confirmations that I was a strange bird, a bit of a dork. But I loved it. And I hate to admit, but I still fantasize about diagramming sentences. And here, in the middle of me preparing to give up on lots of things — including all things language- and communication-related — is a blog post about diagramming sentences. Ahhhhhh. So sweet …