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Where did all my writing go?
I feel kind of lost with the fact that I haven't really done too much writing over the past couple of weeks. I think my brain is trying to make up for that fact because I have had about fourteen new book ideas over the last two days alone. And that doesn't include the classes I've had ideas for proposing to the Dean of Students office (either here or at the University of Alabama), and the poetry I've been wanting to write.
With my escape gone, does that mean I am stuck in reality? I sure hope not, cause real life is kind of sucky.
I have to go write an in-class essay in about 20 minutes. I don't really care for reading "literary poems", and I like writing about them even less. If it is within my power, when I'm a professor, I won't make my students read poems. However, if I teach freshman english composition, it won't be within my power. I will still have to force a month and a half worth of poetry down my student's throats. May God have mercy on their souls.
To let those of you know, whom I haven't told already, I have finally decided on a major. I've finally decided what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to get my undergraduate degree in English with a minor in Creative Writing. I am going to teach freshman english comp at Shelton State CC while I am in graduate school getting my degree in American Literature. Then I will be an English Professor at (hopefully) the University of Alabama or at Auburn University. On the side, I'll continue to write. I would really like to get a novel published by the time I am 28. I am already in the process of planning out a small Science Fiction novel. I haven't decided wether or not I will publish it on the web yet. Let me know what you all think.
Music: the tap-tap-tap of keyboard keys
Mood: Meh (in a nuetral way)
I feel kind of lost with the fact that I haven't really done too much writing over the past couple of weeks. I think my brain is trying to make up for that fact because I have had about fourteen new book ideas over the last two days alone. And that doesn't include the classes I've had ideas for proposing to the Dean of Students office (either here or at the University of Alabama), and the poetry I've been wanting to write.
With my escape gone, does that mean I am stuck in reality? I sure hope not, cause real life is kind of sucky.
I have to go write an in-class essay in about 20 minutes. I don't really care for reading "literary poems", and I like writing about them even less. If it is within my power, when I'm a professor, I won't make my students read poems. However, if I teach freshman english composition, it won't be within my power. I will still have to force a month and a half worth of poetry down my student's throats. May God have mercy on their souls.
To let those of you know, whom I haven't told already, I have finally decided on a major. I've finally decided what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to get my undergraduate degree in English with a minor in Creative Writing. I am going to teach freshman english comp at Shelton State CC while I am in graduate school getting my degree in American Literature. Then I will be an English Professor at (hopefully) the University of Alabama or at Auburn University. On the side, I'll continue to write. I would really like to get a novel published by the time I am 28. I am already in the process of planning out a small Science Fiction novel. I haven't decided wether or not I will publish it on the web yet. Let me know what you all think.
Music: the tap-tap-tap of keyboard keys
Mood: Meh (in a nuetral way)
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