I'm in my last semester. In December I'll graduate and then the most horrible thing ever will occur - I will be expected to do something. Not that loved ones never expected anything from me, it's just that until now I've made do. Never really moving ahead, not really hanging behind. I just make do with what I have. It's not a good way to live, although it is the most comfortable. Now is the time for me to become uncomfortable. Time to do something.
And you ask "what will that be, Angela?"
To which I answer "Uhh...I was kinda hoping you'd tell me."
This semester is all writing classes. Creative non-fiction and Dramatic Writing will be the toughies. Not because of studying or even work load. They will be tough because these will require me using any talent I may have. All insecurities and doubt creeps back in. I sit in front of the computer screen and think "yes. I can just write. No APA format, no abstracts, no constraints. Hell, I ain't even gots to use proper grammar if I don't wanna! Life is sweet." And then I just sit. I can't think of a thing to write about.
I am an over thinker with little conclusions made. Take this post. It doesn't really say anything, but I just wanted to write. Because for years when people would ask what I liked to do or what my hobbies were, I had nothing. Now, I have something. And I want that something to actually become something.
One fun thing: I have to write a script for a play, 20-35 pages. So, just a warning- be nice. I am a creative non-fiction writer at heart. I will write about you. Just ask the manfriend.
