“When I sit down to write a book, I do not say to myself, ‘I am going to produce a work of art.’ I write it because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, and my initial concern is to get a hearing.” – George Orwell
This is it. What I’ve been working towards for the last two to six years, depending on who you asked. And if you asked me, I’d say that for the most part, I still don’t know how I got here.
Well, I mean I KNOW how I got here. I persisted through 4 years of undergraduate college and a year and a half of graduate college, that much is clear to me. But there’s always that lingering question, that ultimate million dollar answer. Is what I’m doing, my Master degree in Writing Studies, what I feel is worth striving for? Was it worth picking over the other things that I could have possibly went in, such as Communications?
My first love for literature and writing came in the second grade, shout out to Ms. Lisa. Hope you’re still around sharing the same love for literature as you did before, but even if you aren’t, I take comfort in the fact that her influence was enough for me to pursue this as far as I have. Reading the supposedly taboo Captain Underpants books at the time. It was this type of reading that influenced my initial thoughts, that chapter books didn’t have to be walls of text that couldn’t be deciphered, that books are for entertaining as much as they are informing. It should be no surprise now that I try to carry a Captain Underpants book in my school bag at all times. I’d get the Kindle versions but they don’t really translate too well that way. Especially since they’re now in full color. Maybe some day.
The point I think I’m trying to make is that while I admittedly don’t do nearly enough of it as I should, writing has changed my life for the better and perhaps that is my biggest catalyst for why I push so hard to try to “give back” in a way through my Master’s degree. So to answer my earlier question, I may have had given it a second thought if I could restart my undergrad degree again (only because I have just as much love for Communications, but that’s another blog), but ultimately I went with English and writing studies because I feel that helps me help define myself, and if I can remember that throughout the writing of my thesis and first novel: Godreign: Grand Contingency, I hope my fascination and admiration for my chosen field of study shines through. And while my writing time is a bit relaxed compared to my contemporaries, I’m going to double down on the amount I do in order to finish what I started years ago.
And that’s why I’ve decided to call this blog “The Space Between It All”, because in a schedule that feels absolutely packed at times (even if some of that schedule is occupied by my
mandatory video gaming sessions), I can still find a time and a space to write what I think and what I feel. Although I suspect I’ll be ranting mostly.
More people don’t rant enough. If more people ranted I suspect their emotions would be more balanced overall. It would certainly make them feel better, at least. Or maybe there would at least be some sort of semblance of the “raging against the heavens” concept that I kinda admire to an extent. Not the actual “raging” part, that seems like a waste of energy. But rather the type of attitude that leaves someone questioning anything and everything that happens to them. I’m not saying it’s always the work of a higher power, that’s what Jehovah’s Witnesses are for. But rather, if more people took the time to question the concept of fate and the control their have on their daily lives instead of just leaving it all up to chance, I feel it would help people manufacture a more balanced thought process than the ones that are currently plaguing people my age. Depression is terrible. Life has too many good things in it to be worried about one particular thing for too long. To paraphrase Abe Lincoln, if you can picture yourself in the future where you are smiling or at least happy, then you can deal with anything that comes your way in the meantime”. Ah, Honest Abe. A five dollar bill is perhaps the most versatile when it comes to paper money. Maybe that’s why he’s on it. Or something. Was that a rant? Probably. Still felt great however. I’m ready to wrap this up! Put me in, coach! Er, Dr. Zamora!