Sitting here, thinking about it (instead of finishing up my workshop story), I think the previous post illustrates an example of my greatest insecurity as a writer: purpose.
It's really hard to justify majoring in creative writing to myself sometimes, particularly with a workshop coming up and nothing new (good) to show for it.
I could be studying history and political science like a good little pre-law student. That would certainly be the more promisingly lucrative option. But there is something refreshing about English and writing.
It seems like a hipster thing to say but I feel like I'm not selling out by sticking to my creative passion instead of my intellectual passion.
But I guess that's not really a bad thing.
On a not necessarily unrelated not, I fucking love this song
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