What I Always Wanted

Tonight is the big night. I am going out with Sweet. Beloved called a friend and they are going out together so I do not feel guilty. It makes me a lot happier to know she will behaving a nice evening as well.

I am really rather excited. I hope things go well. I am sure they are. I went in to see her this morning and she ws busy putting out bagels and she looked a little out of sorts. Then again, her bitchy boss was working too, so I would be out of sorts if I were her as well.

Speaking of her bitchy boss. I used to work for her at a tlelmarketing company when I was in high school I ended up getting fired because I had to be put in the hospital for my headaches. She told me that if I couldn’t learn to get my priorities strait that I would never amount to anything in life.

Its nice to know that she is now working in a bakery café as a manager and I am actually doing pretty close to what I wanted to do for a living. Not because I want her to be unhappy, but because I proved her wrong. I did make something of myself, and I still put my health first. Heck, maybe she lieks being a bakery manager. You never know.

I always wanted to be an author. Now, I suppose, I got what I wanted. I work in a different industry. But I still write books/manuals and they are my work. I am pretty proud of that. (Not to mention I haven’t finished college –yet. I will though.) Still, I do have a blog, and I get to write here, and I think that my writing is not too bad. You are my test audience and you can tell me how awful it is, or is not. And I can be personal, like the one below I did for Sunshine. (Sometimes you guys really inspire me.) One day I’ll get around to publishing, but in the mean tiem I am doing something I like for a job and somehing I love for a hobby.

That works out well, right?

This does bring me to another point. I have a friend who has finished college and got a degree in breative writing nad literature. He, like me, wants to be a novelist. See, the thing is, he is working in a department store, totally miserable, selling shoes and making no money because if he can’t get accepted to an Ivy League or publish a novel, no other work is good enough for him.

He is a decent writer, and he founded the first (wildly sucessful) literary magazine for his school, which was a pretty big, pretty good school. (As a side note, one of his co-editors his senior year saw some of my work on his desktop and insisted that it be published too.) He had sent me bits of a novel he was writing and asked me to edit it a few months ago. I asked him if he wanted me to really, or if he just wantedpositive feedback, because I know how he takes criticism.

Well, it was awful, and I didn’t put it that way, but I did make it clear that it wasn’t pubishable, or even close at that point and he needed to iron out a lot of wrinkles. His ego must have taken quite a blow. He hasn’t written or called since and we normally talked on the phone once a week and via email every day. I feel kinda bad. But I did the right thing, right? I saved him from submitting something badly written and with poor storyline to a publisher and ruining his chances of being taken seriously.

Well. I think that’s it for now. As a sid enote, I know I do not spell check, and I appreciate that you guys tolerate it and don’t make fun of me.

Lovins’
AG

PS- I also need to add a thank you to Sunshine and Spin for being so incredibly supportive lately. I appreciate the advice and love and ‘stuff’. Jay – I’d add you too, but since we are friends outside cyberspace, I think you already kow I appreciate you.