Rondelet on Autumn

Autumn comes now,

A pleasant chill pervades the air.

Autumn comes now

That summer is gone and winds plough

Through the light clothes we once wore. Fair

Is the breeze that harkens winter.

Autumn comes now.

The Death of Creative Writing in Schools

One of the things I’ve noticed since beginning my blog is just how hard it is to really write. The ability to put words on paper in an attractive manner is difficult in and of itself, but when you are writing creatively, writing stories and novels, it becomes infinitely more complicated. I consider myself a fairly decent writer, doing my best to write my own novel in my spare time, but I find myself hitting blocks far more often than I should, doing far more research than actual writing. I was sitting alone the other day, looking at a blank sheet of paper, willing the story to materialize on the paper, when I think I may have stumbled upon the reason for my difficulty. Public school English courses.