Here goes nothing

HO BOY.

So. I think I am supposed to be writing. Or I am supposed to have been writing for the last 3 weeks, but about 3 sonnets and half a vignette are what I have to show for myself. Hmm.

I want to type up something brilliant, witty, and inspiring, but being realistic, I would settle for lengthy enough for a decent grade. The only problem is we have to workshop the piece I am going to turn in (i did mention that I have nothing to turn it yet, and it's due in the next hour or two, right? OMGGGG WHAT IF I USED THAT THING I DID IT WAS WRITTEN WITHIN THE TIME FRAME AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA not happening) and I am very bad at taking criticism. I get all squirmy and end up actually biting my sleeve to keep my mouth shut and then I mumble through it anyway.

I think best on this blog, so I thought I would warm up here and maybe even write something here. Sound okay?

Here I call upon the muse of the lazy, singer of the song of the procrastinator: hear my panicked cry!
Send me the phrases of a few desperate failures, the broken lines of the bad at time management, and all praise to thee, oh unprepared one, shall I raise. Tomorrow.