Back from the dead...except not really
Good lord, where has the time gone, and where the hell have I been?
Summer is almost gone, and so, it seems is my security. I managed to grab a proofreading job, but I fear some stupid mistakes may have cost me my shot at getting any more. I don't know; I've yet to hear back from them, and it's been almost a month. Writing has almost completely stalled for me, and I don't know why. Apathy, perhaps. I'm trying to get myself back to it, back into a creative space, but I don't know how well forcing these things works.
I guess it's this odd state of stasis I find myself in that has me so confused.
I'm looking at going to graduate school, but I'm holding myself back. I'm already horribly in debt from student loans; getting a Master's degree would multiply that amount by three at the very least. I know I'll be poor for the rest of my life, but do I really want to be that poor? Eh, maybe. I don't know. I do know that I don't want to go back to school in two weeks, but I've got to. Only one semester to go before I have that diploma.
All I know right now is that I want to go away. I want to disappear. Right now I'm aiming my school sights on Scotland, so perhaps that's where next year will find me. Likely I'll still be here, in Colorado, wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do with myself.
Ah, well...
On a lighter note, I have been visiting the cats at one of my local shelters once a week for the past few months. It's kitten season now, so things are a bit crowded there, but I have pictures, all taken with my crappy cell phone, but they're good enough. I have a lot of them. It helps me keep the cats close to my heart if they pass on or find the forever home they've been needing.
So I leave you, anyone who might be reading this odd little bit of rambling that will likely be deleted once I realize what I wrote, here's my buddy Thorin to see you off.
Summer is almost gone, and so, it seems is my security. I managed to grab a proofreading job, but I fear some stupid mistakes may have cost me my shot at getting any more. I don't know; I've yet to hear back from them, and it's been almost a month. Writing has almost completely stalled for me, and I don't know why. Apathy, perhaps. I'm trying to get myself back to it, back into a creative space, but I don't know how well forcing these things works.
I guess it's this odd state of stasis I find myself in that has me so confused.
I'm looking at going to graduate school, but I'm holding myself back. I'm already horribly in debt from student loans; getting a Master's degree would multiply that amount by three at the very least. I know I'll be poor for the rest of my life, but do I really want to be that poor? Eh, maybe. I don't know. I do know that I don't want to go back to school in two weeks, but I've got to. Only one semester to go before I have that diploma.
All I know right now is that I want to go away. I want to disappear. Right now I'm aiming my school sights on Scotland, so perhaps that's where next year will find me. Likely I'll still be here, in Colorado, wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do with myself.
Ah, well...
On a lighter note, I have been visiting the cats at one of my local shelters once a week for the past few months. It's kitten season now, so things are a bit crowded there, but I have pictures, all taken with my crappy cell phone, but they're good enough. I have a lot of them. It helps me keep the cats close to my heart if they pass on or find the forever home they've been needing.
So I leave you, anyone who might be reading this odd little bit of rambling that will likely be deleted once I realize what I wrote, here's my buddy Thorin to see you off.