Today (now irrelevant as I began this entry on Wednesday) was something interesting, you could say. Normally, half of my daily life is rather uncertain and not to my preference, and half of it is enjoyable. Yes, yes, I realize there's a problem when you're only jovial and pure with your mate, but for now; it's what I am.
This does not; however, mean that I'm so naive a fool to not see why. I'm unhappy that I'm not working in my field, I want to put my education to use not simply and arbitrarily because it's a degree and I spent time and someone else's money to get it (that someone being the lovely Federal Government Grant Program along with my University) but, because it's my life. I am a literary creature; I read, I write, I feel, I am, I dream, I imagine, I create, I destroy, I give life and I take it. I realize my essential career aspirations have oddly changed since I was a fool of 18 or so, with dancing visions of envy-sapping possessions and the like. This vision, flawed though it is, is what pressed my entry into an education I do not enjoy. I was amorously enthralled with my undergraduate education. Nothing was more delightful than to take the piece of education I'd cherished all my life, and to form a curriculum made up of nothing but just that; stories and writing. A scholar of literature is an astute one, we learn to turn mundane eyes into lenses of pure thought and scrutiny; yet they retain the flaw of innocence and a respectable appreciation for the whimsical.
On that note, I suppose I should be musing here about two subjects I feel an affinity for lately, aside from my very own flower girl, (they're only one gil); those being writing professionally, and I mean that both in the broad sense of commercial writing for a career, and in the way that I want to write fiction as a side thing, for either some tiny profit or my own satisfaction I suppose.
So, to get to the part where I write commercially, I've got to find a job doing so. It's been rough, and I'm working on it as often as I can. Perhaps a detailed look into how I'm going about that will make its way to this space at some point, but my next entry will surely be about Ohayocon, since this one is late anyway.
Labels: literature, musing, writing
