Sunday, September 9, 2012

writing

I want to be a writer. That is my professional dream/obsession/compulsion/future career goal. This dream was one of the reasons why I decided to go back to school. There kept being this voice inside me that wanted to know if I could do it. I though that the only way I would ever figure it out, instead of constantly wondering and filling my days with what ifs, was if I just jumped in and tried.

I think that everyday is a journey to get there. Some days feel a whole lot more productive than others, but each word I write, each sentence that I revise, is one small step closer to realizing that goal. The hardest part about being a writer is actually sitting your butt in the chair and writing. One of the goals of this blog was to try to get my butt in the chair and start writing, no matter how small a contribution I made.

This last month has been a little crazy, and I've thought of a thousand things I want to blog about, but actually getting my butt back in the chair has been a chore.

There have been some things that I want to write about, but I don't feel like I'm ready to share them with the world yet. No matter what I do when it comes down to here, there will no longer be a way to hide it. I don't mean that in a negative way. Naturally I'm a sharer. But sometimes there are things that need to be kept close to the heart because that's the only way they'll ever get resolved.

I digress...

Now that I'm settled back into my mom's house and school has started - I'm trying desperately to get into a routine. Today is Sunday and that means that I should be doing as much homework as possible so that my week is as smooth as it can be. (Plus there's a whole bunch of stuff that's due tomorrow morning!) My mom is at work, the doors are open to let in the wonderful breeze, the dog is sleeping, and I'm working. It takes me a while once I finally sit down, because let's face it who really wants to do homework? So I mess around on facebook, check my e-mail a few hundred times, look some stuff up on Google, maybe do a few chores - these are all things that I do in order to get ready to do my work.

One of my tasks is to figure out where I'm going to go to grad school. My parents would like to see me get a job after I finish my bachelors, but my dream to be a professional writer means more education. The last couple days I've really been starting to look at possible programs. Most of them only admit 8-10 students a year. Half of those students are fiction and the other half poetry. Since I'm neither a poet nor do I want to try for both (if they even let you that is), it means that the competition for those few spots are very, very tight. I had a quick moment of "am I crazy", but then I glanced over at my bookshelf.



I have an over flowing shelf of how to books on writing. When ever I go into a bookstore I always peruse the reference section for writing books. It's more than just a desire, it's a compulsion. Something that I just HAVE to do. So, I may not be a professional now, but I'm already a writer in my heart and soul.

Isn't there something that you just feel compelled to do, no matter what the obstacles?