I'm posting on this thread again because I'm having the exact opposite experience as I had in November. Â
So I dropped my editing minor, and in doing so effectively finished my degree in December. Â So this semester I'm taking one class for fun and working as a TA for ten hours a week. Â I could have been a responsible adult and gotten a second job and not been broke, but instead I decided, I have enough money to survive, I want to write, dang it. Â
So I'm basically doing nothing this semester except writing. Â I figure, I'll never get this chance again in my life, I better seize it while I have it. Â
So there's been the usual fear and doubt...what if I'm just wasting my time...what if I should be doing something else...what if I can't write that much...what if I'm not any good and this never goes anywhere....
So today was my first day, and I wrote 4,000 words, and made a bunch of progress on one of my novels, and did some rewriting, and had a ball. Â Things went so well and I'm just so *happy*. Â I feel like happiness is just going to spin out of me and splatter all over the walls. Â
And another thing I realized is, looking back at my first couple of novels, I'm a heck of alot better now than I was then. Â Like alot better. Â Eons better. Â So if I can improve that much, whose to say I can't be a writer? Â Who's to say I can't keep improving until I make it, right? Â I mean, no one can tell me that I can't live my dream, if that's what I really want and I do what it takes to get there. Â
I'm sure I'm going to have bad days, but if I get to feel like this for four months it's going to be the best four months of my life. Â