Finish the List

I graduate in December and I don’t know what to do. It seems I’ve been looking at a clock counting down my whole life, telling me I had better pick something to be soon or I’ll be left standing alone with a dead clock. As I said in my last post, I have had various ideas for careers, and it’s only been recently that I decided I want to write, after a very enlightening Intro to Creative Writing course. So, okay, I’ve narrowed my options down. I’m an English major, minoring in Creative Writing. Now what?

What will I do when the clock ticks for the last time? I’ve thought about MFA programs and master’s in education and even opening my own publishing house. I’ve thought about law school, to appease my parents and maybe get on track to become the first female president (sorry Hillary, this one’s mine), but I can’t land on anything. Frankly, I can’t shake the feeling that my book will get published and it’ll be SO great, I’ll never have to leave my house again. I want to spend my days writing between Netflix binges. I have a whole list of novel projects, and only one is close to completion. It is a list that will take my whole life to complete, I’m sure of that. I suppose that’s what I want to get out of writing. I know I have a long journey ahead. I’m an English major, and the world sees that as not very profitable. I write and submit desperately, praying something of mine gets published and I can either add it to my resume or add the profit to my savings account, ready for the months of unemployment when I live off my nest egg. And in that time I’ll write. I’ll write to finish that list and I’ll write to live my million lives and I’ll write to survive this one.

Then, I will probably go to law school.