Man I have a story in me that is driving me crazy. It wants to come out....just feels like there's not enough hours in the day to write it down...sigh.
I lo ve writing. lo ve it. I know, I prolly should go back to school and get a degree in literature to work on my craft; but, I feel bored by the idea of commas and periods and grammar and syntax.
Spill words into paragraphs and paragraphs into stories and stories into novels. I want to create and build and make folks laugh and make folks smile and make folks remember.
There are times when i am sitting in my cubicle and i feel like i'm living someone elses life. Ya Know? I never saw my self as cubicle mule. Someone else's pee-on...
I mean don't get me wrong, I know, that I know, that I know, that I'm blessed. I make over 42K a year inCALIFORNIA and I only have three years of college and I'm just 26 year old single parent. I'm blessed and highly favored.
I'm blessed to live in an apartment that I love. I blessed to have a car that works. I'm blessed to have a daughter who I can love and take care of. I'm blessed to have a family that believes in me. But there are times when I feel like I'm just going through the motions.
Even with all the love surrounding me, I still feel alone and by myself and I hate to say it but....empty.
Pharmaceutical Sales is not what I lo ve. It's what I do. It's what I know. I respect it because it takes care of me and my daughter. It doesn't make me smile. It doesn't make me happy. When I think about it in the morning, i just sigh. Pharmaceutical sales is like a good husband.
I have been writing my "novel" for years. But will it be respected, if I don't have a degree in English? Do I care? Should I care?