I blog, therefore I am.

Another lost day. They just fade like farts in the wind.

I spoke with an accomplished writer yesterday who basically informed me that breaking into the writing world was a long, slow process. I knew that but I don't think we had the same scale in mind. I was thinking years, he was talking decades.

I feel like I'm just killing time until my class starts because I honestly haven't got the foggiest clue what the hell I am doing when it comes to creative writing. In the meantime it is becoming painfully obvious that writing is going to have to become more of a hobby than a job at the moment otherwise I am going to be out on the street. The problem is I don't want to do anything. As soon as I find a job I'll start to hate that too and want to quit that and go back to doing something else.

Will someone please just tell me where the grass is greenest for once and for all?

The problem with my generation is that we would rather skip the entire work cycle of adulthood and go directly from college to retirement. Or maybe that's just me... Why is it that when I was paying to go to school I didn't mind working but now that I need to work to get paid I can't stand it?