Mar 09, 2012 22:51
I'm back from going home for break. Daddy is still in the hospital. I wish I could have stayed, but I have a presentation on Monday. Also, I didn't really feel useful there. I'm hospital-phobic. I know i'm my mom's pillar. I'm her comic relief. Her rock. And sometimes that's hard.
Otherwise, things are okay. I'm querying a new thing and I got a full request from a contest. I'm interning for a lit agent. School is going better than expected. I did really poorly on a paper and thought, oh well, that's it. I'm going to bomb this class, but it's okay, I'll pass. Then I did kickass on the second paper, and my draft of this one got praise and honest critique. I don't know what I did right, but it's kind of confusing because every time I decide to let the academics become consequential to my life, the fact that I am good at this shows up again.
Like, I really want to live at home for a bit, save up and move to NYC. But going somewhere to get my PhD could open up a whole new world of people and experiences jumping into the solitary writer world wouldn't. But writing, I could also do school visits and talk about disability stuff. So both things appeal.
Hey. I have two life paths that are exciting. I guess there worse things....