My dream to publish seems further and further away with each day I put off editing my WIP. But every day I don't spend working on the book only pushes the day off even more.
What to do?
School comes first. School always comes first. Then my health (okay, so maybe this one should have come first). And last but far from least is work and social obligations.
What good will I be as a writer if I can't even stick a few years to something as impersonal as school work? Writing is an incredibly personal task. And I know I have many years ahead. So even if I am not working on my writing, I am working on my perseverance. And that is kinda the same thing.
My health, which, as I noted earlier, should have come first, bounces along with me in this uncertain life. But if I haven't my health then I can't write. I NEVER WANT TO BE IN A PLACE WHERE I AM UNABLE TO WRITE. Especially because of some dumb reason like I couldn't take care of myself now. Take that shower Rachael. Clear your mind (and maybe your room) of clutter. The book will be there tomorrow. Your sanity might not be.
Work. Yuck. Why does this one word in the English language have to be so spot on? I need money for, well, everything in life. Including food that I somehow turn into words that I somehow turn into a book. So I must work. And I must be well enough to work (see paragraph above).
Social obligations have been on the back burner for a long time now, I hardly get to spend time with my best friend or any friends for that matter. Many of them left me for colleges in different states, and next year I know I will have to take this leap, but man, I wish we could stay in touch better. I miss them lots. Maybe this should go into my mental health paragraph.
Speaking of health, it is past midnight here.
Happy writing everyone.
TTFN
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