I had planned three posts for each of the past three days, but they all fell through. I’m very sorry and will post twice today to make up for it. Hopefully, things will look up next week.
On Wednesday I had to choose my modules for my third and final year of university. What??? I thought I just started university, like, three days ago! Now I’m planning my last year?
I am in no way prepared to finish school. A lot of the courses for next year sound amazing and I can’t wait for them, but what do I do after it’s all over? When will I see my friends again afterward? What will I do?
I can imagine getting a job or two at bookstores or the like. Maybe I’ll manage to get an internship at a literary agency. That’d be cool. It’s been suggested that I get a masters, or take another subject in school. Maybe. I don’t feel like I’m done learning yet.
I think the biggest issue is that I have no long-term goals. I mean, I want to finish my books and send them to agencies, but I don’t know what I want to do with myself. Should I try out the publishing industry? Or should I try my hand at design or fashion? Should I work in films? I feel like I would be happy with any of the above, but I’m still not entirely sure.
When I write, I write what I love. If something isn’t clicking, I scrap it. I feel like, while I really like the idea of working in film or publishing, or even just staying at home and writing to my heart’s content, nothing is clicking. It’s frustrating.
I do like the idea of being a screenwriter, though. Combining my love for writing with my loves for television and film seems ideal. I’m still working on getting better at it, though.
We’ll see.
Anyway, I took a walk through town today and took a couple of pictures. Here’s a sneak preview at Monday’s post:
Precarious Writer 