What I'm Listening To: Lady Marmalade
My Spanish final is Thursday and I feel like I'm getting nothing done. I love Janet Reid's blog (but, if you're smart, who doesn't?). I'm trying to plan to go to a writing conference, but these adults who don't have to take classes schedule conferences during the week. And it's bound to be expensive, from the conference itself to my transportation to wherever it is. So basically, I have to be making some serious dough or just plan on going to one at the beginning of next year. I'm still editing and formatting my poetry book, and that WILL be pubslished by January, whether or not Starbucks, Giovanni, and Angelou get back to me on my proposals. I never claimed to be a poet, but I am a writer. I think that every writer should have basic knowledge in various fields in order to call themselves writers.
My Spanish teacher Julio said something very interesting to me today. He said that there are so many people who call themselves poets and writers but they don't adhere to the more conservative guidelines, don't write novels or poetry, and they are unpublished. I thought his assessment was a little harsh. I mean, I guess I couldn't call myself a writer even though I've come out with two books. I feel like I have no time in my life whatsoever. It's getting rather ridiculous. But I love to write and really need to begin making money, so that's why I do it.
I don't even think I have time to start a small side business, but here I go again, (excuse the cliche) about to bite off more than I can chew.
