Current Occupation: Unemployed.

Yes, unemployed. It turns out that pretending to have a part time job as a "real writer" while going to school and studying for finals is not that easy. I was doing ok for a while too, writing in my journal if I wasn't posting, but then things fell apart and it's been days since I've written anything. In the grand scheme of things, this is not a tragedy. In fact, it's probably a good thing that I've been studying instead of writing, hard as it is for me to admit it.

And you know what the funny thing is? Much as I love writing stories and poems and creative stuff, I haven't put any of it on this blog. So far it's all been somewhat creatively phrased nonfiction-- thoughts, streams of consciousness, and other random happenings. The only thing I've gotten published was nonfiction too (kind of). Is there a trend here? Am I doomed to write biographies for the rest of my life and end up being hated by high school sophomores everywhere for it? (Rosa Parks bio-- enough said). I honestly hope not. I do admit that it's kind of fun to write about what's happening to me, but it would be more fun to translate that into fiction and write about what's going on but not really. Does that make sense? Like fictionalizing real events.

Today I went through all of my old stories on my computer and realized that I have comatized way more stories that I had previously thought/admitted. Undercover Part 2 has three separate files of three separate attempts, and none of them have made it past the twenty page mark.

Then again, maybe time is just not on my side. Come December 18th my computer and creative thoughts and I will all be on the same page-- literally. We will be on the page that will be honored with the first lines of a brand new story/poem/other creative endeavor that is hopefully not going to be something nonfiction-y.

Ha.