Today I was sitting outside of Lanigan Hall on campus, waiting for my class to start. The building has a number of inlets that students often utilized to relax or rest, and I was doing the same. My feet were spread out in front of me, and the sun was shining brightly in my eyes, but I didn’t mind. Sun is a rare guest in Oswego, and it is difficult to complain about its brief appearance. I was reading Into the Wild for my creative writing class, and thinking about what it really means to be a writer. It’s those simple moment that mean the most; the ones that give you time to take it all in and just contemplate things. And that’s the type of moment I want to capture in my writings. The subtle moments of inspiration.
October 25, 2011