bless me feather for i have sinned; i have forsaken the quill again. it has been five months since my last confession.
written with respect to our catholic friends, and the rite of confession, which is one of my personal favorites. i drew the parallel as i've been avoiding writing, which from my perspective is squandering gifts. it may not require confession, but in the writing discipline it calls for a turn around not unlike confession.
better to write garbage and learn from it than write nothing at all and stay exactly as you are.