Dell asked me to fill out a survey regarding my satisfaction with their customer service today. Needless to say, they did not get positive feedback.
Finally having some time to totally relax makes me feel a lot better. Today was uneventful.
I didn’t particularly enjoy creative writing this term, but I’ve been thinking that I need to start writing fiction again. It’s been over a year since I’ve really ever written anything for pleasure, and at the very least I’m a better writer than a baker, so it’s a better way to be productive. Maybe not as potentially delicious, though.
Coming into university, my ambition was always to become a writer, but I don’t really see it as an option any more. I think the more I believed writing was something I had to do professionally, the worse I got at it. The quality of my work seems to suffer the more I concern myself with how other people will take it. I miss the days when I could just write and go on for nine hours straight if I liked where I was going. I don’t know, restarting might actually turn out to be easy. It’s like riding a bike. Did I ever mention that I can’t ride a bike?
Well, that shouldn’t be a problem unless analogie miraculously gain an uncanny level of accuracy.
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Being in Visual Art is like that too … sometimes I feel like I have no creativity left and like I’m not only never going to “make it” as an artist but have no career of any sort and be a burden to my family. And sometimes I feel like I would not do anything even remotely interesting if I didn’t have courses to do it for. And sometimes I make work for my profs and it’s ridiculously bad. Sometimes it’s good though. Sometimes the work I do for myself is bad and trivial. And occasionally, a prof says something nice about my work and I feel like I am actually halfway talented.
Then I wonder if I would take it less personally if I were a Math major or something. Probably not.