It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Vita Sackville-West
After a two hour delay I arrived at school at 2:00 a.m., needless to say I’m a little delirious today. I hope to post tomorrow with a clearer head.
The Writing Nag