I am counting down the days to the end of the semester eagerly and am now sitting at 12 days and counting. I find it amusing that I've been wishing and striving to go to school for so long and now that I am 12 days away from the end of this semester, I realize how much I wish I was finished and moving on with more important things. I feel like I've been in school for forever and now I am just hitting myself with very heavy, very expensive volumes of information and I am exhausted in an old feeble kind-of way. Yes, I know how literary that sounded.
I recently turned 29 (ancient, yes) and now that I have a daughter and I am attempting to write my novel, I am finding school more of an intrusion. I look forward to next semester, however, and I am almost in longing for it. I have signed up for Creative Writing and Introduction to Literature: Short Story and Novel. You have no idea the joy this brings me. Finally, I will feel like I am in my element. Finally, I will exist alongside books and dust and prissy cats that live under the librarian's desk. I will be able to read books (textbooks don't count for me anymore) and write about them. Even more, I will be able to write creatively! My heart leaps and dances with joy at this thought!
So 12 days. I can hold out right? I'm going through writer's withdrawals. I find myself staying up later and later to research something, anything about my projects and I try to get something onto paper. More often than not, I don't have time which is more than frustrating. I cling to the thought that in less than 2 weeks I will have my mind back, my sanity back (someone stole that weeks ago), and my creativity time back.
I promise I will blog more about books and writing when my thoughts are less obstructed. Until, enjoy Santa's new ride.
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