TGIF?

I had an idea. It was a good one. I was going to do a whole blog post about writing and the weekend and Friday and motivation (or lack thereof). And the best part? It was going to be set to the meter of "Twas the Night Before Christmas."

Yeah, I know what you're thinking: awesome.

Insert line here about the best laid plans, because I failed miserably on them. I only got as far as "Twas the night before Friday, and all through the school..."

Then I held backspace until all that was left was a blinking cursor... taunting me and my ineptness.

The worst part is, I started this article last night and didn't even have the motivation to finish it until now... in my Mass Communication class. I don't know what's coming over me. I have three jobs and two majors, but I never thought my passion for journalism would fade.

And it's not, believe me, I still get that same feeling when I finish a story, and I pump my fist when I make the front page. I just wish that I had more time to dedicate to my articles.

But hey, welcome to college, right?