Some excuses I've made for being the fabulous writer I'm supposed to be:
-I'm not ready yet; I need more practice
-I don't know what to do
-I'm too shy
-I need someone to help me
Bullshit. I am not meant to be in the place I'm in (at least jobwise) forever.
Also, I'm heartened by yesterday's Jena 6 rally. I love black people and see the potential in them, too.