So there's gonna be a thunderstorm. I was gonna save this blog for later, after I'd done a good bit of writing, but I might lose my chance if I wait too long. So here it is:
As of today I know it's over. The big projects I was worried about are finished. There's only one thing left to do, and that's writer's workshop. The part that I love. I have a story to finish, and I don't know that I'll sleep till it's done.
I keep using language like that, even though I still have two exam periods left. Honestly it doesn't really matter to me. What matters is this story, and I want it done. My vision's tunneling.
I'm a writer. It's what I am, deeper down than a lot of the things I could say I am. If I was terrible at it, and could never write anything that meant anything for anyone other than myself, I think I would still write, and profusely.
It's been written into me, so to speak.
What's on my mind is also what's on the mind of most of my friends. We're graduating in a little over a week. The thought is enough to drive me bonkers. I'm terribly excited. I'm paralyzed with fear. Job? The end of general education? The full weight of responsibility? Student loans? Apartment-hunting? There's an awful lot to worry about.
Which reminds me of the scripture, which tells us not to worry about what we are going to eat or wear or how we will be sheltered, because God is with us. I guess the best I can do is to trust him. Not that I'm gonna bury my talent. I know how stupid that would be.
I really don't want to spend any more time than I already have on writing that isn't related to Fairies and the torment of the sons of Naris, so I'll leave this post where it is.
It's been a ride, guys, and it's only just started.
P.S.: If you can spot the Doctor Who reference, you win. Not, like, a prize or anything. You just win, because Doctor Who. Yes.
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