The Future

Wow, I really appreciate everyone's comments. Through fasting and prayer, and after thinking about what everyone has said, it really feels like writing is the way I should go. I just feel like I belong there. Class time is my fun time. I come home and I feel like I've arrived at work. My blood gets pumping when I try to figure out what motivates a character, or when I make some connection between two works. Like today in class, we were talking about how Walter Lee from Raisin in the Sun is so much like Willy Loman from Death of a Salesman, and how both their lives have been consumed by the searching for the american dream (or their own mixed-up versions of it), and I felt on top of the world. I'm getting goosebumps typing this right now.
I love literature. I absolutely love it. But it is a big scary world out there. There are literally millions of writers, and I am just going to be one of them. But one in a million isn't necessarily a dime a dozen. Wish me luck.