Before I decided to pursue writing in college, I was always convinced that doing so would be detrimental to my writing. I assumed that once it became an obligation I wouldn't want to do it anymore. I thought it would lose it's allure, it's cathartic nature, it's ease, and it's intimacy.

But it hasn't.

I've been writing more than usual, and doing so shamelessly. In fact, much of my time awake is spent writing. When I was in Washington, I started a new story that I have decided to turn into a book. I want to write a book, always have, and now there is no reason not to. Doing my best to leave my perfectionist side in the dark, I have to keep reminding myself that I have room to grow as a writer and the first thing I actually write is not going to be my best. I'm anxious to actually finish this story and then look back and be able to see where I've improved.

But anyways...

I need a second job. Or just some large amount of money to show up under my pillow. School is expensive.