Writing things that aren’t actually for my thesis so that my word count calendar doesn’t look empty when I give it to my advisor.
I’m in graduate school, so that’s basically my full time job.
To pay the bills, I’m a photographer. I work at a portrait studio, so I get paid hourly to take pictures, which is nice..
Got my first rejection letter from a literary magazine.
Part of me feels like I joined an elite club.
The other part is just bummed.
It’s an email telling me about their next deadline.
I constantly teeter-totter between “No one will ever publish me.” and “I’m damn talented, why shouldn’t they publish me?”
Powell’s, I love you, but you need to stop putting those little yellow sale stickers on the front of your books.
The less work I have to do, the more likely I am to put it off.