The Next Step

The last blog post I made was very sad. My dad died, and I didn't have the drive to create a new post until now. Why, you ask? I suppose there are a multitude of reasons, but I won't get into them.

I have been continuing to write. In particular, I'm working on an enormous project. I finally finished the first draft of it recently. Next, of course, the massive edit then vetting of the piece comes.

Before I published Guardian Angel, I took it upon myself to get out my Writer's Resource that I'd acquired in college and re-learn all the comma laws, etc. Since then, my knowledge has done nothing but increase, and I find myself finding mistakes and wanting to correct them in my day-to-day life. (Don't get me started on some of the things I see on Facebook!)

Then I thought, Wouldn't it be cool to have this as an actual job?

I'm going back to college! This is my third stab at it, actually. Many moons ago after I graduated high school, I was a piano performance major. I love playing the piano, but eight hours a day for the rest of my life? No thank you. Next, I decided I wanted to become a Spanish teacher; however, the longer I spent in that study the more I realized that although I would be able to handle it just fine, it wasn't for me. So, I quit college, stayed at home, and had another child.

Staying at home, I would play The Sims, and the way I would play would have me write out the story to go along with pictures. Hey! I like writing! I thought to myself. Now THIS is something I could do TEN hours a day for the rest of my life and only want more!

They say "third time's the charm," so here I go again! I'm going to major in communications. Would I love to work in the literary world? As I used to say as a teenager, "Duh." However, I am a realist and know that I'd love to work in any field in which a degree in communications would be beneficial.

I started this post mentioning my dad. Before he died, he asked my step-mother to give me his college ring in hopes to remind me to finish my degree. Last February, I opened my jewelry drawer. There sat Dad's ring. Without letting myself come up with excuses as to why I couldn't, I walked downstairs, got on the computer, and reapplied. I return to college this week. I will finish this time because, well, I just put out this blog post saying I would. I'm making this my contract to myself.

Wish me luck and good grades!