School

Today I watched today trickle away. A strange day, busy with busy work while my mind was floating far.

I've been toying with the idea of going back to school for quite sometime now. Trouble is, were I to re-enter the hallowed halls of advanced education, I'd be going not for something practical (a JD, an MD, an MBA — although, really, who's to say that any of those are that practical these days), but for English. With no intention of becoming a teacher.

I'd have to take out loans and struggle to make it work. But I'd writing and reading and talking about writing and reading. My mind, truly, would be enriched.

And I would be happy.

Perhaps I would make new literary contacts. Perhaps I'd decide to get a Ph.D. or find a job as an editor. There are jobs out there that require writers: technical writers, grant writers, copywriters and freelancing for a variety of clients. Of course, I'd have to supplement my degree with training in whatever particular branch of writing I chose. But it could work.

I could spend my summers interning for a technical writer or taking courses on grant writing at the foundation center. Perhaps I could even find a part-time job in the field while I'm in school.

And who knows, maybe one day the book thing will come through. Despite my frustrations, I'll never stop writing books. I love them too much.

Even if no one else ever reads them, I'll always write them.

I have options, but they're all scary. It's going to require me leaping off the path my life is currently following and tumbling head first into a dense, imposing forrest of the unknown. It's going to mean debt and insecurity, fear and uncomfort.

But I'll be happy.