I’m currently reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. It is very inspirational, but also quite depressing. Here is a woman that is doing what I dream about doing–making a living through her writing. I haven’t even found time to write much more then the occasional blog entry in the past two weeks. How am I ever going to write my book? Will I ever write it?
The funny thing is, writing this book is about the most important thing to me right now (barring quanta, of course). I really have no ambition when it comes to work, other then paying off my student loan. I just want to write. Why do I waste so much time?