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That Seether's Broken appears to be in iambic hexameter. Maybe. And that you can tell flatmates you have a deadline in less than nine hours and you need them to go away but they'll drag the leaving process out for another twenty minutes.

I haven't been this completely at a loss with an academic assignment since... since maths in high school. I don't think.

edit: I quit. A few scrawled lines but only two people have submitted -- which I hope means at least a few others are as helpless as me -- and you know it's time to go to bed when you argue with yourself over how many syllables are in "thousand".

It's so different to fic and prose; when you start writing that, you're positive you're the greatest thing to ever happen to the universe. You're the next best seller, even though you've handwritten five pages in unreadable childish scrawl. Later on you learn that in fact, you were just a terrible as anyone else but at the time, when you scribble that first story, you're good.

Poetry, not even close. Maybe all this structure will be good for me. Maybe it'll drive me insane, who knows. Maybe it'll kick the January writer's block I'm stuck in, which i have to admit would be very nice at this point.

Sleep would be nicer though. The struggle will re-ensue tomorrow.