I received a little bit of a wake-up call the other day.  While I am finishing my master’s degree, my mom is paying some of my bills.  I pay some with the stipend I receive working for the university and from my paycheck working for a photographer, but, unfortunately, it still isn’t enough to pay some of my larger bills.  I need to graduate with a decent job in the very near future so I can pay my bills.  I think she is frustrated when I say I don’t know what I want to do because she: doesn’t want to support me forever (quite understandable); and she wants me to do something where I can prosper and be at least mostly happy and satisfied.  I still didn’t add all that much to my thesis yet this week.  I need to buckle down for a few hours tomorrow and see what I can do.  Also, my project for another class–digital media–is due next week.  I need to edit it before the weekend is over.  Fortunately, I have little to no reason to go Black Friday or Cyber Monday shopping.  I probably will go out for a little while, even though I can’t really afford to buy anything.  (I should say, I shouldn’t buy anything, but I might buy a couple of things like new socks or a book or magazine or something.  Honestly, I don’t need any more books, and my collection is getting a bit overwhelming.  What harm can one more book really do?)


Mother Knows Best

No, I won’t start singing the song from Tangled.  But, I will mention how my mother seems to be right.

I love to read.  I love watching movies and involving myself in them, trying to figure out their plot points before I see them on screen.  My mom and other people have mentioned my skill writing, following, and sometimes correcting works of literature.  My mother keeps mentioning how I should start submitting my works to various organizations and pursue a career in writing–which is probably an odd thing for some writers to read.  She knows I enjoy it, and she knows I can do it.

I think I can do it, too; however, I have been hesitant to pursue it because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do it.  I’m still not sure.  Also, it’s a bit off-putting when you think of how many thousands or millions of people in the world are trying to make a living as writers.  I try not to think about it, but it has been a negative mark in the past.  My other concern is I don’t want to give up anything, such as a career in music or on stage in other ways, to write–at least, not before I try them.  Tonight, I attended my first acting class.  It made me realize how much I love writing: manipulating the characters, creating backstory, editing gobs of information to reveal a seamless narrative.  I really enjoyed acting, too, but, now, I can see how pursuing multiple avenues might lead to a better foundation for everything.

Either way, right now I need to work on my thesis, whose epic tale will occupy another post or ten.

Work Schedule

I am starting a new work schedule this morning.  At least one hour every day will go to working on my thesis.  Preferably, it will be from 9-10am, since I am normally free during this time period.  Of course, tomorrow my boss asked me to go to work at 7:15am, but I can work on the paper after work.  I need to finish 25 pages in five weeks.  It’s go time!