Trying to be the master of yourself is probably one of the greatest difficulties in life. I’m not old and I don’t think you have to be an older person to realize that. I think I realized that while I was still in high school. And in college I figured out what I was going to do for the rest of my days, and that was WRITE. All along teachers (the writing ones) told me “if you’re looking to make money, you won’t do it writing.” I didn’t let that discourage me. Why should it? Money is important, and up on the list with sex and O2, but the most important? Naaaah.
So, that’s what it’s about for me. I chose literature as a major, and I’ve chosen it as a lifestyle. I may want to teach it one day, but for now, I’m just “going to IT,” as Moriarty would say. Gosh I didn’t like that character, but he sure had something admirable about him that people loved and hated him for. Yea, I just read that book. Kudos if you know what the heck I’m talking about right now. I finished that book this morning at my desk at work. People look at me when I read. I don’t care. Some people like it. Back to that bit about the literature; so I just keep writing, and submitting, and for right now, I don’t care where the day job is as long as it pays the bills and keeps me fed, and able to write. This ThinkPad is smooth as all hell.