-- Cyril Connolly
If all goes according to plan, the fall semester at SJSU will be my last one at university...until I get suckered into going to grad school in a year or two. But once I wrap up that last final in December, I'll be free (for the foreseeable future)!
Free to draw!
Free to write!
Free to write...
For as long as I can remember, I've always wanted to write a book. I don't know the topic or the genre. I don't have characters lined up and ready to go. But once I'm done with university, I'll have the time to really think about it, outline a plot, and get the creative juices flowing.
I think a part of me is forever terrified that I'll never be able to do it. I'll never write a novel or create anything worthwhile and memorable. The thought terrifies me. "You're still young," I'll assure myself, "You've got plenty of time to get it done." But with every month that passes by, I worry I'll never become that artist I dreamed of when I was small. When I graduate college, the last great excuse - "You've got to focus on school now!" - will be gone. Used up. Kaput.
Then will I finally do it, or will I be too late?