It feels like the world's gone all tilty and fisheye since my last post. Suddenly everyone is worshipping Charlie Sheen and there's been a horrible natural disaster and a song like this has gone so viral that I've willingly watched it at least ten times to date.
And also I've been thinking more and more about
gulp
writing a book.
It all started when I re-discovered some of my old writing from college. Most of it made me cringe, but I happened upon this super-short story I wrote back in sophomore year, and... I don't know. This crazy thing happened where I was able to read the piece outside of myself, see the potential in it. Hm. There's an actual voice here, I thought. There's a story in here somewhere, too. Hm.
Something was ignited in me that day. Something that I've been trying to shake as I've been struggling to balance work and school and the rest of my life over the past few weeks. Because I can't want this right now. I have another dream, another life goal that's even more important to me and almost in reach: becoming a librarian. I should be focusing on finishing school, developing professionally, and finding a job. But I'm sitting here right now, consumed by the notion of writing a YA novel.
For the first time in several months, I'm really, really confused. Am I just looking for a distraction from school, which sucks (sometimes)? Is this the final phase of my quarter-life crisis? Or is it just residual effects from the Supermoon?
I FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING CRAZY PILLS.
