So I went to God and found out about living for myself.
Just went to the hospital, Millwood Hospital, in Arlington, TX. I loved it and hated it at the same time. Loved being trapped with a bunch of insane people. It reminded me of my childhood and school. We were all supposed to talk about our problems and there were the occasional hookup. I got crushing on the cute boys, and there was a popular kid table. Very much like school for adults. Remedial school.
I learned that I have to fight for my right to be heard. Speak up for myself, like the way that I write. Be comfortable in my own skin. Even if I have to get naked to do it.
I’m going to school this semester as crazy as that sounds. I’m taking a new informatics rhetoric class and an advanced poetry class. Two physics classes. No wonder I went insane. Well, I’m back with my feet on the ground, ready to write up the world and hopefully not turn into Sylvia Plath in the process.
As for contests, I haven’t looked into them much. I’d really like to sink my teeth into some juicy prompts, but life got in the way. I will be looking and chronicling my writing for contests, and as well my writing for freelance work. I opened up the first freelance ad and what do I find? They need a blog. Some published content. And that ‘s my story of how this post was born.