I have to turn in an at least 7 page short story, soon. The longest story I've been able to write has been only 5 1/2. And most of that was crap. I made a point of trying to drag the story out for the sake of making it longer. That was a big mistake and one I'd hoped I would not have to make again. Oh, well.
The funny thing is, when I'm expected to write, I don't want to. I feel as though the creativity has been ripped from me and replaced by a syllabus. But so it goes. Making an "A" is extremely important to me, so if I have to turn in a piece of shit, then so be it. In writing I prefer to be very, very direct. My inner narrator does not like to beat around the proverbial bush.
I retook the SAT today, mainly because I'm a masochist and partly because of vanity. It would be a blow to the ole ego if I actually did worse this time than the first time I took it, oh, what was it...10 years ago. I'm getting old. Guess that means my age is catching up to how I feel. I knew it was a matter of time (pun intended).