happyI have the life I always said I'd have someday.
Oh, it has complications I didn't necessarily bank on when I was plotting it out, since I didn't understand things like "herniated disks" and "actually having too many books" when I was nine, but for the most part? I sleep in a room that looks like the inside of a pumpkin, I have four shelves of My Little Ponies and two shelves loaded with stuffed toys, I own so many books that re-reading steadily for a year wouldn't mean getting through them all, and I have both the cat I've always wanted (Lilly) and the cat I never knew I needed (Alice). And I write books, and people read them, and it's amazing.
For example,
kyrielle read Rosemary and Rue.I was chatting with my friend Adam last night (his books, How to Get Suspended and Influence People [Amazon] and Pirates of the Retail Wasteland [Amazon] are delightfully accurate flashbacks to my own days in the public school honors system), and he said that reviews never cease to be scary, since you don't know until you read them whether they'll be positive, negative, or written by angry mushroom people from Dimension X. But they never cease to be exciting, either.
Life is pretty damn good. How's yours?
June 28 2009, 20:36:57 UTC 8 years ago
This, but I'm older than you are. I spent my whole childhood surrounded by books and a mother who gladly bought me more, but writing my own -- writing was, and still is, my True Love -- was not an option. My father got rid of my notebooks, laughed at my enrolling in Creative Writing and Journalism classes, and told me the only way he'd ever pay for my education was if I "put an English degree to good use by teaching" (I come from a family of teachers and highly respect the profession, but I couldn't be a teacher; I'm too "weird" for the school-system). Well, he ended up paying for my brother instead, because he figured that since I was a girl, what need had I of a degree anyway?
So I've been paying my own way through school, and after six years of not writing at all, I was sat down a few days ago by my boyfriend, who took my face in his hands and said "It's killing you not to write; you need it to breathe. You hate your job, and if it's what it'll take to get you back into what you love, quit working there, and I'll support us as best we can. I'll gladly do it for you."
Good luck to you!
AngelVixen :-)
June 29 2009, 05:32:54 UTC 8 years ago
Oh honey, ouch! We *so* need to talk. See you at Confluence or TCEP?
Kudos to the BF. Definitely consider keeping this one around.
June 29 2009, 17:35:58 UTC 8 years ago
As to the BF -- it's even more special because even though we both work long hours, we're having trouble making ends meet after aforementioned medical problems (and, as always, the back-breaking doctor-fees). But he doesn't think it fair that he has a job he Really Loves and I don't, and is willing to do what's necessary to find something for me.
AngelVixen :-)
June 29 2009, 21:02:12 UTC 8 years ago