Warning: This post has the potential to get whiny.
Since I am not in the mood to come up with a long winded thesis to this post, I'm just going to jump right on in and get the water splashing...
I am sick and tired of getting sneered at and laughed at when someone finds out that 1) I am an English student, minoring in History and that 2) I write novels. Oh but not any type of novel, I write historical romance novels. So much worse. Apparently.
It's gotten to the point where I don't talk about my writing to other people and I dread the conversation when someone brings it up - not out of any sort of interest, but because they like to snicker at the fact that I have such dreams. Oh and by the way, these people are family. Snorts. Loving aren't they?
No, I am not ashamed of what I do, I'm just tired of hearing about it. Why would I be ashamed when I'm actually trying to do something with my life? It's not like I've dropped everything to write. I'm 19 and in school, so that if need be, I can help support my family in the future.
I know I've touched on these subjects before, but I find that with the approach of my third year of college and the fact that I'm only 25 000 words away from finishing the first draft of my novel, these issues have become exceedingly prominent in my day to day life. As sad as that may be.
It's just painful when I can't act like myself around my own family. I can't talk about school, because they think it's all fun and games ie., drinking, partying etc... Which as you all know, is not me. They won't even acknowledge the fact that college can be tough if the attendee actually cares about their grades. Nope. They just think my A+'s and A's come to me naturally. HAH! I wish.
And I most assuredly cannot talk about my writing. I always get comments like "when is your novel going to be finished" -snicker snicker- or "what's it about again?" so they can merely talk about how writing a book is so easy, especially when it's a romance novel. It's actually become a family joke - I've become the family joke. I don't think I need to tell you all how much that hurts. ESPECIALLY because they have never read a single thing I've written. They haven't read any of my college essays that were given 100% and photocopied to be passed around the English Dept office, or were put up as examples of publishable literary essays in classrooms. Nope. I mean, why would they read that?
They haven't read any of the poems I had published in my younger years, nor have they read a single page of my story. Oh, but do you know what the funniest thing is? They expect to get free, signed copies of my work and they have demanded they get dedications in my books. I have several choice words for them in response, but I shall refrain from posting them. No point in sullying my blog.
Anyway, needless to say, that's not happening.
-takes a deep breath-
Alright, now that I've vented a little, I feel a lot better. Thank you for sticking through that. I know it probably got a bit tedious. I also know it probably wasn't the best way to vent, but I really needed to.
So I've also decided I'm going to try some of those themed blog days, like WIP Wednesday. I think that will help me post during school. What do you think? Any suggestions for themes?
On a side note, it is 5:02pm and I already have 39 visitors to my blog today 0___0 uh WOW?
So how was every ones Monday? I had blood taken for testing, so I'm feeling pretty woozy today. I know they needed to take some to check my levels, but I'm already dangerously low on iron, so what do they do? Take my blood. Sighs. What a vicious, viscous circle. But my daddy was nice and made me hard boiled eggs afterwards =]
What did you do on the weekend?