Getting my Master’s Degree took longer than it should have, but in spite of taking two years off to join the Peace Corps, getting married, and working full-time, I finished my thesis, passed the language exam, and got my degree. My thesis advisor and I still exchange Christmas cards.
How have I put this degree to use? Not at all. Well, it helped me get my teaching job, but not by much. And this is a teaching job with no benefits and no chance of advancement. The only other job I’ve had since getting that piece of paper was at Barnes and Noble. This is thanks to my lack of imagination. I was unable to figure out anything else.
I was also unable to figure out how to get a boyfriend. I didn’t have a boyfriend until after a graduated from college. Though I went on a few dates, I couldn’t seem to make those dates materialize into a relationship.
Habits die hard, don’t they? It seems that I’m waiting to trip over publication like a dream job or have an agent pick me out of the crowd like a prince chooses his bride. Then again, when I was 20 I didn’t really believe that Cosmo was going to make attractive to a guy anymore than I believe reading Poets and Writers is going to make me attractive to an agent.
For the next few months, I’m not going to pretend to try to get published. I’m going to look at all the stories already written and fix them. (I will, however, pretend fixing a story is possible.)
Do you ever suffer from magical thinking? Do you have a summer plan? Do you believe you can fix a story?