Guys, I really have nothing to report this week in terms of progress on my novel or in my reading... I added about 2k to The Goddess of Vengeance Wore Pink Galoshes, and I'm still reading Wally Lamb's The Hour I First Believed. Oh! and I received A Bad Day For Pretty from The Blood Red Pencil, my recent give-away win, which I can't wait to read.
But I've been having a good time with husband & friends, celebrating fourth of July and my birthday. And cleaning my house, which MJ did while I was gone, but it's, well, man-clean.
I did make a decision which affects my writing indirectly. I'm one class, one thesis away from getting my Master's. Getting my MS part-time is an odyssey that began in the spring semester of 2008, and I expect to wrap my degree up now in spring 2011. I've been debating whether or not to delay finishing my degree in order to obtain a graduate-level certificate from Boston University as well, which would be another year. While it makes sense career-wise, being in school indefinitely is high-cost in terms of my writing time.
I wish I could do everything. In my dream world, I'd have a spotless house, eat only organic/humanely raised/localvore food and never McDonald's, always have a cute outfit and pulled-together makeup, go to school part-time while rocking my full-time job and still have time to churn out a novel every six months (while also doing volunteer work and working out six days a week and having a social life and blogging, of course). And I'd be able to walk in high heels without looking vaguely intoxicated.
But this is sooo not that dream world.
So I'm going to finish up my formal schooling - for the time being - in spring 2011. Three years is a long time to always be taking a class (or two) in addition to my rather demanding full-time job. It's been a practical choice, but it's time to close that chapter and make my dreams the focus of my non-working hours for a while.
What sacrifices do you make for your dreams, or what steps towards your dreams do you find yourself sacrificing in the scrap of real life?
Poetry: "Track Twenty Four" by Alicia Cook
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