So on Monday, I missed an entry on this blog for the first time since October 1. I've been trying to publish something on here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, as a way to maintain a regular writing practice, and I'd been successful up until Monday. A couple of times I was a day late, but I still got in three posts a week. The Monday post is usually an installment of the play I'm working on, and this Monday I just couldn't face it. I'm experiencing some real writing fatigue, and I'm trying to find my way out of it.

For many of the images, it was difficult to discern which individual had actually taken the photo. Paul, Jared, and Margaret decided to exhibit the images under the collective name PaJaMa, composed of the first two letters of each of their first names.

When we use the term "uneducated" as a slur, we're not being very forward thinking.

Cassie's secret comes out, and Mark gets a face full of soda as a result.

I'm not going to try to eulogize Lee here, as I don't know enough about her as a person. I will say that the fact that she produced one international sensation and then essentially nothing else of note until the recent release of Go Set a Watchman implies something about her as an artist: that maybe she found satisfaction from telling her one very important and impactful story of Scout Finch and her father Atticus and didn't feel that she needed to say anything more. I envy Lee's ability to feel satisfied with just one story. But beyond that, I have deep feelings of gratitude to Harper Lee because her story saved me at a critical time in my teenage years.