A long time ago in Northern Europe those with literary, vocal, and instrumental talents were the leaders of the community. We've all heard of the Vikings and their natures. What underscored their violent epic deeds was that if an artist were to put them to song they would, in a sense, become immortal. Such was the power of artists in the old days. A warrior's eternal existence depended on them.
It's kind of ironic to know that and then look at the life of an average artist today. Many are scrapping just to pay the bills and are looked down upon by other "more intellectually inclined" professions. In other words, being an artist rarely pays.
On that note, I am announcing a change in my college plans. Reluctantly, I am letting the English-creative writing major go. Instead, I'm looking at an Exercise Physiology major so that I can become a physical therapist and pay the bills. It's not so bad. I love working with people, I have a growing passion for personal health, and it would be a steady well paying job.
It's just that my dreams to become a novelist seem to keep being pushed to the back burner for some reason or another. I may never actually publish, but I know there is a reason I was given the gift of writing and creating new ideas. I just need to be patient and eventually find it out.
I'm not totally giving up either. I still intend to attempt to publish before the year is out. I'm going to minor in English so I can still take the classes I need to improve my skills. Actually, they're clusters (two clusters = a minor) one in creative writing the other in professional writing. Professional writing will boost my major and creative writing will still give me what I went to college for in the first place.
Wish me luck. A lot of it.
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