Posts
The publisher has dropped me. I’m so grateful that my novel isn’t going to
be butchered. Originally I felt like I
had been plunked into quicksand. I felt
so stuck, the more I tried to save myself, the further I sank. But now I’m feeling free, kind of. Now I’m going to rewrite my novel again,
because some changes that I have made, but only a few, I want to keep. Doing that will take a bit of time; normally,
it wouldn’t be a problem, but until Christmas break I won’t have much time to
work on it. I’m drowning in
homework. Power point, math, writing,
typing, word, and office procedures seem to be engulfing my hours, all the
time.
Of course, my other difficulties include money. I’m living on so little. Part-time jobs that I’ve applied for aren’t working. This town is so different than Thompson, unless you know the right people; you’ll have difficulty in getting a break. Physically speaking, there are so many things I can’t do. That’s most of the reason I’m taking this course. I suck at math, however. Quicksand! I’d still like to just write and only write, but I doubt my writing would sustain me. I’m thinking now that I may never make any money at all for my writing. Will I quit writing if I never make a cent for it? No, I can’t imagine a life without writing.
Am I being negative, self-destructive and counterproductive? I feel like quicksand will be my home for a long time. I’m terrified I’ll never escape.
Of course, my other difficulties include money. I’m living on so little. Part-time jobs that I’ve applied for aren’t working. This town is so different than Thompson, unless you know the right people; you’ll have difficulty in getting a break. Physically speaking, there are so many things I can’t do. That’s most of the reason I’m taking this course. I suck at math, however. Quicksand! I’d still like to just write and only write, but I doubt my writing would sustain me. I’m thinking now that I may never make any money at all for my writing. Will I quit writing if I never make a cent for it? No, I can’t imagine a life without writing.
Am I being negative, self-destructive and counterproductive? I feel like quicksand will be my home for a long time. I’m terrified I’ll never escape.
Right now I’m in class, but we’re learning something I
know a fair bit about…so I’m writing.
Sigh. Hopefully I can squeeze in
a bit of writing, every once in a while.
Seven months left of classes…let’s see if I survive this year and next.
