Well, lately I've been shirking a whole load of my responsibilities. I've only been to one lecture this week (I have 3 lectures and one tutorial per week). That is so, so bad. And I keep sleeping until 2 in the arvo! And I have a million calls to return! And I'm working all weekend! Argh!
I was sat in class on Thursday when I kind of had a realisation. This past semester at Uni has really shown me that I'm sick of Uni. And so often I wonder why I even started this. When was it ever my dream to go to University? It wasn't. I've only ever had one dream since I was barely 2 ft high. I want to be a writer.
Over the years, this dream has become much more streamlined (probably due to what I've read). I have three stories always in my head. I want to write YA fiction. I want to get a job that will challenge me and inspire me so that my writing might improve.
Its always been the same dream.
But no one has ever told me that I'm a good writer.
The only thing anyone has ever told me I'm good at is History. And somehow now that's basically what I'm doing. And I love History, but its not what I want to do forever.
So yeah. I've been struggling over this. So please, forgive my lackadaisical manner of late.