My husband has an idea. MFA. Novels can be written without degrees, but jobs are easier with them. I have a job now, but I’ve had the same job for a long time and no change waits on the horizon. Well, no change I’ve any clue about.
The deadline is December 15th and I’ll need to take the GRE (my score from 1989 is called out-of-date–fancy that). Plenty of time (as if there is ever any of that), right? I’ve got an art show in April. Another in October. I’ve got these novels to work on (or what was the point?). Then there is that job that pays bills and comes with lesson plans to write and papers to grade.
There is the housework–which I put off as much as I can, but there’s a limit. Not to mention this child who says, “Mom, after you read me my stories, can you sit with me? You can write while I fall asleep.” Someone needs a mother.
I look at the GRE study guide and think I am mental and not up to it at all. But it feels as if my job now will never end and it isn’t what I want for the rest of my life.
I want to stay home and write and make art. Is that so spoiled of me?
How do you fit your writing life in with everything else? How do you decide what is next?