Life is so full of twists and turns, and it seems like just when you think you’ve figured out what you were meant to do, something else pops up in your face.
I am so excited about this writing project that it’s permeated my dreams. I always seem to write better when it’s for an assignment. Not that I don’t have fantastic ideas, because I do, but I think I let myself get overwhelmed by the hugeness of it all. Maybe I need someone to set deadlines for me? Of course, I would probably immediately rebel and continue to go my own way. Being a grown-up is kind of hard.