Bee-trayal

You should see me in my college library, going from book to book to book. Fluttering between the shelves like some kind of agitated butterfly. Very rarely do I check anything out; when I do it gathers dust in my room between assignments and cartoon binges, no matter how much I want to read it. I am easily distracted.

So it is with notebooks.

I must have three diaries in different places, all of them untouched for months, each guiltily alluding to the other like some lost love: I may have done wrong by him, but I'll do right by you. But my dear Arden blog, I thought we had something. We weren't like Mixed Moss; that was when I was young and foolish, it had seen its time. I had no other platform then, no facebook, no nothing; cheap you may be, but you are mine.

And all the time I knew I'd cave under the pressure to get a Tumblr; a high-tech thing with a prettier layout and a more than likely chance of comments and acknowledgement, little things we writers live for. You can't hit the "reblog" button here on Blogger. Nothing is ever that easy.

But I'm keeping you up, Arden, for longer thoughts. Don't mind if my attention wanders, goes from platform to platform,

like

bees.

Out to Lent

By the time I return to regular posting, we'll have ourselves a new Pope. Think of that.

I have one of those Tumblr things

I knew that I would, sooner or later.

It's such a crazy website--like a cool Bohemian sketchbook. But mine still has that dull wall-of-a-classroom look. I'll change that in the days to come, hopefully.

allieinarden.tumblr.com