Difficult times!

Ugh! My Master's class has cramped my style! No time for CW books.
It isn't worth it. I must have my CW reading! Life is too short to not read CW literature.
I knew I'd have to sacrifice a lot for this class. But it is not worth it. I am thinking that the whole Master's thing is not my thing.
What is the payoff? Will I use it? Am I a reading specialist? Besides having read over a thousand books during the last 20-plus years, what does it all mean?
All the reading and writing I do makes me who I am. These CW books, close readings, writing, and fiction all make me the teacher that I am.
To what purpose? If I could pursue a History degree, I think I'd do it. It is not the course. In fact, I've made 9.5's and 10's on all my work. It is not the reading or writing that I dislike. I am jealous of the time it takes away from my reading and writing.
Ugh.
I'd promised I'd keep this blog just about CW books.
As you can see from the last entry...not much has been read in this area.
Ugh!