I know I said I was on blog hiatus until further notice. But I am realizing that I have too much come to rely on blogging and the connection to the writing world it brings me to do that. (For very long, at least.)
It's Friday. I have a long list of things to do today. But what do I want to do instead of all the things I should be doing?
I want to read and write. I won a grab-bag of ARCs (plus a copy of Bright Young Things by Anna Godbersen) from a Twitter contest the other day. Those arrived this week and they're so shiny sitting there on my counter right now. I will read them. This weekend perhaps. Stay tuned. (Also, I may be reinstating the Author's Bookshelf section of this blog. Still debating that one.)
I'm more than halfway through my internship at the magazine. I've been looking for a job to fill the space that my internship's end will leave. Trying to find a job that I can use those skills gained at the magazine for is proving rather a challenge. Prayers are appreciated as I need this to come together rather quickly.
On that note, I feel I should clarify. Well, not really clarify so much as explain. I have decided to no longer pursue any further schooling for the time being. It's really time for me to be moving on. I am at great risk of becoming a forever-student. You know the type, always pursuing some sort of degree, racking up more debt or starving themselves in order to pay for everything. I can totally sympathize with them. I know what the real draw is in that. (Aside from the wanting to learn more part.)
Someday I may decide to pursue a doctorate in English. We shall see. It's hard to know. For now, I'm just trying to work up the courage to call the two literary agencies I sent my resume to. I know following up is the protocol to follow, but it doesn't make it any easier for me to do. I love being social, I love talking to people, but opening the door for major rejection like that over the phone is just something that never gets easier.