If I could just be like them...
So, I need a laptop... bad. I figure if anything is going to get done on this book, writing-wise, I need to be able to sit on a couch or my bed, or a little cafe outside when it gets nice outside. Not on a hard chair hooked to this big hunk of a computer. I've been searching for a laptop for a few months now, ever since I got the idea for the book in my head and now I just need the money. I'm thinking it's going to take 2 to 3 months, which in the grand scheme of things, isn't so bad. Once I'm done planning, I can start writing on the desktop until I get the laptop, not so bad. Plus, my mom has promised me a comfortable office chair for the time being. She's really been great about all of my ideas and projects.
My mom is honestly, the only person that has said, "Do it." I think that stems from the fact that she had my older sister when she was 19 and really never had the chance to chase the dreams she had, and she wants me to have my chance. I appreciate that more than she knows. I swear she's the only person who doesn't think I'm nuts for not settling down and getting the dreaded "real job." If I had a freaking nickle for everytime I heard that term.
And the thing is, it would be SOO much easier to just settle in and get a job at a desk from 9-5 that would pay me salary and I would wear a business suit... stuff like that. Aside from the dread, depression and probably hives from the suit, I could do it. But that's just not me, it's not the way I'm programed. I've never once in my life, even when I was little, wanted to have a 9-5. First, I wanted to be a lawyer (first real job I ever wanted) but I only wanted to do that so I could have a high profile case like the OJ Simpson case. I swore when I was 10 that A) He was innocent and B) That I could have gotten him off too. You'll still find me watching Court TV from time to time. Then I wanted to be a writer, that followed me to my ghetto days in middle school of wanting to be a rap music producer (I'm not even kidding, I wanted to work with Puff Daddy.) Then I found racing and now I uncovered the thing that got buried under everything, which is I still, very much so, want to write.
Whew. I was a busy kid to say the least. I still, at 21, think that if I trained hard enough I could be an olympic swimmer and an olympic snowboarder. I'm just weird, although, realistically I know I couldn't, I'm still going to learn how to snowboard this year.
So yeah, the talking from my family would stop if I was just like them, but I would be miserable. I'm taking the long road, the road less traveled, the cooler, more cultured road and damnit, I like it.
My mom is honestly, the only person that has said, "Do it." I think that stems from the fact that she had my older sister when she was 19 and really never had the chance to chase the dreams she had, and she wants me to have my chance. I appreciate that more than she knows. I swear she's the only person who doesn't think I'm nuts for not settling down and getting the dreaded "real job." If I had a freaking nickle for everytime I heard that term.
And the thing is, it would be SOO much easier to just settle in and get a job at a desk from 9-5 that would pay me salary and I would wear a business suit... stuff like that. Aside from the dread, depression and probably hives from the suit, I could do it. But that's just not me, it's not the way I'm programed. I've never once in my life, even when I was little, wanted to have a 9-5. First, I wanted to be a lawyer (first real job I ever wanted) but I only wanted to do that so I could have a high profile case like the OJ Simpson case. I swore when I was 10 that A) He was innocent and B) That I could have gotten him off too. You'll still find me watching Court TV from time to time. Then I wanted to be a writer, that followed me to my ghetto days in middle school of wanting to be a rap music producer (I'm not even kidding, I wanted to work with Puff Daddy.) Then I found racing and now I uncovered the thing that got buried under everything, which is I still, very much so, want to write.
Whew. I was a busy kid to say the least. I still, at 21, think that if I trained hard enough I could be an olympic swimmer and an olympic snowboarder. I'm just weird, although, realistically I know I couldn't, I'm still going to learn how to snowboard this year.
So yeah, the talking from my family would stop if I was just like them, but I would be miserable. I'm taking the long road, the road less traveled, the cooler, more cultured road and damnit, I like it.