I have to announce that I clocked in at work at 8:07 this morning. I walked into work and thought, “I HAVE ARRIVED!” – it was magical. I took my two supplements that I mentioned yesterday and I feel that they kept me going just fine. The two servings of fruits and vegetables is a nice start to my day in the one supplement. I had a cup of coffee as well, but with no additives. I’m trucking right along like a little trooper.
Tonight was a good time, like most of my nights. I had some time to kill before meeting up with two of my book club friends, so of course I went to Barnes & Noble. I purchased a tea from one of my favorites baristas who has been gone for four months due to personal reasons. We talked smack for a few until another customer arrived. I found a table after alongside the cafe and flipped through a few writing magazines. I found an advertisement for Goddard MFA in Creative Writing program in both magazines, and it got me thinking about continuing education more. Wait a second…this needs its own paragraph.
That’s better. Anyways, college debate. I still have roughly two years left of college due to taking three semesters off and not getting all of my previous school credits transferred. I plan on graduating by the Fall semester of 2012 at the latest (fingers crossed). I want to look for a job after that. Back up. In a perfect world, I will have finished a novel by then worthy of someone’s interest and will be in the process of publishing it. Move forward. In reality, that’s a lot of work and wishful thinking for my 23-year-old self at this point in time. So I want to look for a job after graduation, hopefully in the publishing field. I would love to be an editor and help other people get their work published. But I’m an asshole – I want the dream spot. I want Penguin, Random House, Harper Collins, or some other bigwig in the world of publishing. The problem is that I am fully aware of how difficult such a dream is to attain.
Back to what I was trying to get at. If I can’t find a job that I want, I could either stay where I’m working now, apply for something else that’s kind of in the field but not really, or I can work towards my MFA. I do love my job, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not my dream. I would feel like I am settling for comfortable if I stayed there the rest of my life. And applying for another job that isn’t the dream is settling all the same. I want to dream. I want to be a writer. Okay, be fair. I am a writer, in my own right. But I want people to know that I’m a writer and I want to have something to present when people ask for proof. I don’t have much proof right now. I have short stories and poetry from school and the notes of two novels I have kind of started. One is on hold for likely years due to a personal reason, and the other is not attainable at present due to my schedule. It’s frustrating. Can I just take a sabbatical from life? Why yes, I could do that. But then rent wouldn’t be paid for and I would go on the street. Work is necessary. Wait, I need another paragraph.
My book club friends and I discussed the topic of working tonight. We were talking about sleep first and how you spend roughly one-fourth to one-third of your life sleeping. And then I realized you spend about one-third of your life working and/or doing school, sometimes even more. It leaves you with maybe one-third of your life to live and do everything you want to do. I don’t feel like that’s a lot of time. Don’t get me wrong, people certainly need jobs. But I want to write with my time, and how cool would it be to make your passion your job? I blog at work a couple of times each month, but to me that’s just not enough. I crave more. I envy the writers who get to wake up and go to work, and to have that work be writing about their interests or working on the next great novel. I get to do that in my free time, and I love it. But I love seeing friends and family on a regular basis as well, and that cuts into writing time. It’s a conflicting issue, to say the least.
Okay, self, get back to your day. After Barnes & Noble, I went downtown. There was time before my plans, so I went to a shop called the Chocolate Frog. I purchased a little bag of chocolate chippers for my friends, which by the way are to die for. So good! By the time that was done, it was appropriate to walk down the block for dinner without being too early – ten minutes. I met up with Amanda and Meredith at HoDo. And for readers who don’t know, this isn’t the Amanda I mentioned the other day when discussing shoe sales – that Amanda I met in high school. This is book club Amanda. It’s getting confusing, I know. Bear with me. HoDo is short for Hotel Donaldson. It’s a fabulous restaurant/bar/hotel downtown that’s rather expensive unless you order properly. I had a Lemon Drop martini and vegetable lavosh for my dinner – yum! The girls treated me to my drink and meal for my birthday. I know they both read this blog, so thanks again, ladies!
You will shake your head at this, reader, but after HoDo I went with my friends to Barnes & Noble. I did not choose it, I promise! I said that to the cafe worker who I had seen earlier and she didn’t believe me, so I don’t expect you to either. But you really should. This is when we discussed sleep and work and everything in between. To bring about history, I didn’t know these two until I joined the book club a little over two years ago. There is a website called GoodReads that I go on to talk about books and list what I’ve read, want to read, and am presently reading. I found a group for their book club, which at the time was just three people. I messaged one of them, Heidi, and explained my interest in being in a book club. They took me in, and the rest is history. It’s a great addition to my life. I have so much fun with those three at meetings and hanging out otherwise. There is nothing like friends who love books!
I should probably be done with writing for tonight. There is a shower who needs me and a bed that’s calling my name. I would stay up all night and write like in a perfect world, but I need to have that date with reality for yet another night.