here's to dreams
It is official! Today, I have finished the very first, very rough draft of a book. a real novel-to-be (hopefully). Just so that I remember, it's just a bit over 44.5k words, which is wayyy too short for a real novel, but there are missing sections, lots of expansion that needs to be done. My goal, for now, is to get the book to at least 65k-70k words, so there's still a lot of writing to do. Today though, I finished the story line. I have an end.
I know becoming a published author is hard, and I wonder if this thing is actually worth reading, but it's fun to dream. And there's no real reason not to try I think. Of course I'd like to be one of those rare writers that can live off their writing entirely, and the fantastic dream is to make lots of money, but I think I'd be happy just having enough to supplement Buddy's income. It's a lot more fun than working at Sears, which doesn't make me enough money to do anything really. I would never be able to buy a house, raise a family, go on vacations. I've considered trying to sell my soul to the business world. There's a few jobs at Wal-mart corporate that have qualifications that I somewhat meet, and I assume I'd make more money that way, but I doubt I could ever be happy working in a building with no windows and focusing on business and money for the rest of my life. I have thought briefly about doing it until I make enough money to do a master's program for library science or something similar like that, and I guess that would be okay. But I also wouldn't horribly mind being a house wife. My only real concern is that currently I feel mostly useless, and I don't know if that would change if I didn't feel I was contributing anything but house work. That might obviously change if there were ever kids, but currently there are none. Anyhow, I've been looking at jobs a lot, especially lately when technical problems at work have been driving me insane at work (coming home super angry/frustrated often), but I have no plan to take on a full on real-job hunt until after August sometime (after my trip to DC).
I've been hunting houses I can't afford lately, and bugging Buddy horribly by making him look at pictures of houses online...even though we can't afford any of them. But I like looking at them, and I like dreaming about having a house I could do anything with. Maybe I would feel less restless? I think it'd be a lot of fun to house hunt and dream.
Anyway, so there we have it. I dream to be a writer. I dream to have a house. I dream about being useful and proud of myself and happy. I dream lots of things.
I know becoming a published author is hard, and I wonder if this thing is actually worth reading, but it's fun to dream. And there's no real reason not to try I think. Of course I'd like to be one of those rare writers that can live off their writing entirely, and the fantastic dream is to make lots of money, but I think I'd be happy just having enough to supplement Buddy's income. It's a lot more fun than working at Sears, which doesn't make me enough money to do anything really. I would never be able to buy a house, raise a family, go on vacations. I've considered trying to sell my soul to the business world. There's a few jobs at Wal-mart corporate that have qualifications that I somewhat meet, and I assume I'd make more money that way, but I doubt I could ever be happy working in a building with no windows and focusing on business and money for the rest of my life. I have thought briefly about doing it until I make enough money to do a master's program for library science or something similar like that, and I guess that would be okay. But I also wouldn't horribly mind being a house wife. My only real concern is that currently I feel mostly useless, and I don't know if that would change if I didn't feel I was contributing anything but house work. That might obviously change if there were ever kids, but currently there are none. Anyhow, I've been looking at jobs a lot, especially lately when technical problems at work have been driving me insane at work (coming home super angry/frustrated often), but I have no plan to take on a full on real-job hunt until after August sometime (after my trip to DC).
I've been hunting houses I can't afford lately, and bugging Buddy horribly by making him look at pictures of houses online...even though we can't afford any of them. But I like looking at them, and I like dreaming about having a house I could do anything with. Maybe I would feel less restless? I think it'd be a lot of fun to house hunt and dream.
Anyway, so there we have it. I dream to be a writer. I dream to have a house. I dream about being useful and proud of myself and happy. I dream lots of things.