Pyra Intihar

Friday, 11:01 a.m. I can't write. I can't even pre-write because I don't want to face the emotions in the longest minute story. Since I last sat down at the keyboard (about an hour-and-a-half ago) I have done everything I could think of but write or think about writing. I did some reading for Elizabethan English and for this class, I put letters in the mailbox, I made tea, and I talked with my neighbor. I finally (just now!) made a judicious decision and decided not to try to force this story out because I'm not ready to confront these emotions. But, that being said, I have to wonder if my writing suffers because I am afraid to put my emotions on the page. I have a surge of emotions in prewriting, but then I go cold and can't write. Howard, in his analysis of my poetry, said that I needed to get the emotions on the page. But why am I so afraid to confront them?