Who the hell reads these anyway?

Feb 09, 2004 12:20

Not a good mood today. It's monday... cloudy. What am I supposed to write in here? My english professor in college had us do a free writing exercise and said if you can't think of anything to write, write "I can't think of anything to write" until you can.

I can't think of anything to write. I can't think of anything to write. I can't think of any....

Wait... I got it.

Basically I'm frustrated right now because it was suggested to me that I try making a buck off the creative stuff I do, rather than pouring so much time into it on my own... Well, the reason I stopped trying to do that a while ago is because I came to the realization that I don't have the talent to command a price.

So, I do my day job... and I tell myself I'm satisfied with that. That doesn't help explain why this bothers me so much that it's derailing my day.

People tell you to get going on it... then they don't help you, they don't refer you, they don't hire you... If your friends and relatives won't, why would anyone else?

It's been easy for me to just let it go and do things on my terms and forget about failures of the past, and the few successes I might have had... but once I got reminded of that whole period where I tried to make something of it, now it just depresses me beyond repair.
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