Friday, October 14, 2011

Here's a twist...

I've practically spent that last two posts whining about how difficult it was to get into Magic Bites and how I probably wouldn't continue reading the series. You know that list I had on the last post? Yea, that's kaput too! Apparently, my brain was pleased with the ending of Magic Bites and won't let me do anything but read the next book in the series. I still had a hard time reading the world building part but I do love the characters. The heroine is a chippy bitch which, of course, makes me like her. I must know what happens with Curran and the next job! Oiy vey, see this is what happens. Lost in literature was a good title for my blog because I damn sure don't know what I'm doing next other than reading Magic Burns.

I'm thinking this is going to be an outlet of sorts for me but not only for books and my writing. I think I'll throw out some life thoughts and see what comes of it. I had a thought earlier today and it's kind of stuck in my brain to be kicked around while I'm working. 

So let me ask you guys my 2 readers...are you where you thought you'd be in 10 years? When you're in high school, teachers always ask you: Where do you want to be in 10 years? We always answer with our dreams like being a writer, astronaut, auto mechanic doctor; but do we ever reach those goals in 10 years? Not likely. I used to say that I hoped to be a writer in 10 years, I hoped to have a couple books published and maybe even work in the publishing world while I was writing. Then...I went to college. I had a plan. I was going to major in English so all I would have to do is read all day for homework, then I was going to write at night because how hard can an English major be? Then I started thinking about the what if? reality of life. English majors make little to no money. Writers are often similar to the starving artists. Bills needed to be paid. So, I got a job. I started working in an office environment because I was skilled with computers and desktop publishing kind of work. When I left my first job and started working as a government contractor, those dreams of being a writer were long gone. I changed my college degree to Business. I started running out of time. I stopped writing but I never stopped reading though. I think on some level, my dream was always about books. I'm not sure it was about me writing books. Maybe it was about me reading. It's crazy. One minute you have your whole life planned out and the next...some random thought pops in your head and life changes right before your eyes without even realizing it. 

Ten years ago I wanted to be a writer and have my work read and loved around the world. Now? I'm a government contractor looking for a career in technical writing or something of the sort. I guess in a way, I'm still trying to become a writer but in other ways that dream has transformed into a simpler one. I will still go to school. I will still work full time doing what I know how to do. But now I simply dream of being happy, healthy and contributing to society. I dream of continuing to make time to do what I love, reading.

What's your dream?

"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise, you'll never understand what it's saying." 
Sarah Dessen


  1. i like your outlook on being able to bend and change. you still have your sights and dreams but they have adapted along with your growth as a woman and as a person.

    answer to your question. 10 years ago... 2001, i had already started an interest in photography so that was definitely where i thought my life was heading. i think i am happier here in the photo lab than i would be if i kept on the journalism path. mostly because i'd probably be working for the daily news miner, which is crappy and dead end.. on the flip side... my personal life. im pretty sure nobody could see this coming :)

  2. Exactly! Same here. Sometimes it's wise to take a step back and look at your surroundings; personal and career wise.