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I haven�t felt like writing much these past few days. I don�t know why, other than that I�m still getting over a persistent cold. You�d think I would be all fired up, seeing as how I�m about half way through a great little story about a young girl and her demonic doll but for some reason I�m just not very focused. And it�s not the cold� I wrote 4000 words last week when I was worse off than I am now.
Maybe I�m anxious over starting Grad School soon. A month from today in fact I�ll be heading up to Maryland. I�ve never been to the University of Maryland; it�s been four years since I was last in college at all, and that was SCAD, which is sort of a joke of a college, to be honest. I mean come on they gave me a degree in comic books, how serious could they be? So I�m a good eight years out of any rigorous sort of academic lifestyle, I�m going to be away from my wife for weeks if not months at a time… So I guess it could be that I�m just a little distracted.
Not that I�m really all that worried about the academic part, from what I�ve heard form other people who have gotten their MLS, the classes are pretty simple; basically, if you know your alphabet and can write the occasional paragraph explaining something simple, it�s a breeze. Having just completed a 58,500 word novel and being half way through a 30,000 word novella, I think I can handle the writing and the research (something I actually enjoy doing; most people think that writing fiction, you just sit down and write whatever comes into your head but there�s a lot of actual fact checking and research involved and something satisfying about doing it, especially when its of your own volition rather than for some silly research paper on the Roman Aqueduct or the causes of the Civil War).
I don�t for a minute believe in writers block (for evidence, reread the above three paragraphs). That�s just an excuse for being lazy and if I�m going to be lazy, I don�t need an excuse; I�ll simply be lazy. This is different, I have the desire to write but when I sit down at the computer I decide to instead play on the Internet or watch a movie instead. And it�s mot like I lack self discipline (did I mention my novel? The 260 page one I spent a year writing?)
Perhaps I am just being lazy, distracted and sick. I think I�ll go watch Farscape and cough up a lung, while trying not to think about the fact that I just took out a huge loan for an education in a field I�m not entirely sure I want to be in.