I’m a Bit Overwhelmed…

“You cannot escape the responsibility
of tomorrow by evading it today.”
~Abraham Lincoln

And, I need to slow down. It seems that life has caught up with me, held tight to my shirt collar, stolen my milk money, and then shoved me into a musty, old locker. Now, I’m feeling a tad bit claustrophobic, and I have no clue how to open a sealed locker from the inside.

For those of you that don’t know, I am a college student that studies English Literature and Women’s Studies. I adore being an English major; however, when you choose a path that is so reading and writing intensive, you are bound to lose sleep. On average, I read three novels a week, several excerpts from various literary anthologies, and complete at least two written assignments. In other words, when my fellow bloggers can’t find me, I am sitting next to a reading lamp.

Blogging only adds to my reading queue. Do you see the twenty-nine blogs that I have listed in the sidebar? I read every single one of those blogs each week (and some that aren’t listed yet). I love those blogs. The writers are so creative and passionate. I can’t always comment on everything I read due to time constraints. Nevertheless, I do appreciate every post that is written.

I have begun to transfer Into the Inkpot to its own domain. I’ll be operating the blog on WordPress. The main frustration I am encountering is that I can’t seem to make up my mind about a new blog layout. I love the one that I have now. It has been this blog’s layout for less than a month. I just don’t want to say no to Mr. King Frog. He is just too terribly cute.

Writing blog entries is also sucking my sleep up like a famished tornado. I have actually been disappointed with myself lately. I feel as though I have not provided my readers with enough meaningful material. If my assumptions are correct, I apologize. Furthermore, I will rectify the problem as soon as time allows. I want all of you to find happiness in what you read.



I want you all to be happy. That is why I posted that poll last week. Seven of you responded, and I thank you all. At the end of the three days, the types of Into the Inkpot entries that you liked best were: Feminist Friday, Fiction, and Non-fiction. The three winners were closely followed by Ramblings and Fun Posts. Then, Recipes brought up the tail end of the results. I have taken these results into account, and I will structure my posts accordingly.

But, I also need to take into consideration what makes me happy. Sleep makes me happy, and I need a lot more of it. I have noticed dark circles under my brown eyes, and there are small creases highlighting the fact. I need to pass out for twenty-six days. I need to dream for more than three hours.

I also need to make sure that I am in top mental condition. As many of you know, my passion in life is to become an English Literature professor. I owe it to my future students to learn as much as possible now. College students pay money to learn. I won’t have them coming to my class unless I know that all of those hours they put in at the local McDonald’s drive-thru are paying off.

You may find this strange, but all of you remind me of my goal. Each day, at least a few of you post something new in your blogs. The simple fact that you are all writing makes me utterly joyful. One day, if I am lucky enough to acquire a professorship, I hope to be teaching a new generation of writers. I want my students to understand just how empowering and moving writing and reading can be. All of you exemplify the sort of students I hope to have. Each of you is filled with wonder and awe. You’re curious and you’re intelligent. You speak your minds, and none of you are afraid to wield a quill in the name of creativity and the joy of sharing words.

Furthermore, you all support one another. There is so much competition in life. So many people spend every waking moment of their days trying to become greater than their fellow man. They never stop to ponder the fact that status does not matter when the moist loam is surrounding their final bed. Like all things, each of us will soon fade. We will wilt like the blossom that no longer feels the feather-touch of a bee’s buzzing wings. We will perish like the dilapidated ruins of our own architectural structure.

But, while we are breathing, we can make a difference. All of you make strides to better yourselves and those around you. You are all valuable to your fellow bloggers and man.



I’m afraid that I will not be able to comment on blogs as much as I would like. It isn’t that I don’t want to. It is just the fact that I have so much on my plate. The china is cracking under the weight of so many tasks.

I will be reading your blogs. That will not change. And, as soon as Into the Inkpot is relocated to its new domain, I will be back to commenting many, many times. Until then, I hope that all of you understand why I must dwell in the shadows. Just remember that even if I seem to linger in the darkest of night, the radiance that your minds exude will surely give me enough light to read by.

I am forever your friend and fellow ally to the quill. I am still here. I will always be here.