Didn't you love me faster than the devil?

Jun 14, 2006 08:50

I haven't had a "normal" life for the past 3 months, and I'm ready to get back into a habit. At least now it will be a new habit in a new city with new people. I haven't heard anything about my new salary, but I'm starting to get anxious. After all the job searching I've done since January, I don't want to start all over again with the resumes and cover letter crap.

I'm here in the writers' conference "office" at the Union and wishing I was a writer. Sure, I can write a decent non-fiction article and an ok story, but I wish I was like the people here who write because they have no choice. I'm realizing that real writers don't consider writing a hobby; it's something they have to do if they want to stay sane. Being a professional fiction writer is another career I can check off my list. It seems that I find lots of things I don't want to do, but nothing that I truly want to do. Fiction writer? nope. Teacher? no way. Lawyer? Maybe, if I get money and status-hungry. At this rate I will have figured out my calling by the time I die.

Matt's wedding/media event is on Saturday, which means I will have to drive from Bloomington to Toledo to Chicago in less than two days. Also, I will be the last cousin not married. I'm not looking forward to the questioning looks from my aunts and knowing glances at Tony.
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