I know, I know. I don’t bring you flowers, I don’t sing you love songs, I hardly talk to you anymore.
But I can explain.
See, I have been working on Plan B.
I know. I know. I was going to shun Plan B until my unemployment ran out and I was facing eviction. But I can’t do it. I’m a planner. I need a back up plan.
At first I was going to make Plan B finding a new job. But then, as I was searching job listings, I remembered I really don’t want to work in PR anymore. Even if it is for a really terrific company, it is still not the creative outlet I seek.
So, I’m doing what countless others have done before me. I am going back to school. Specifically, I am hoping to get into an MFA program for creative writing.
And since I waited until the eleventh hour to do this, all of my time, recently, has been occupied with studying for the GRE, writing personal statements (why I can’t just direct them to this blog is beyond me) and creating short fiction for their consideration.
By the way, I am really bad at writing short fiction, which is why I am putting that off by writing this post.
But, you argue, I can always find time to post. True. But I have nothing to post about because literally all I have been doing is studying vocabulary words and rules for right triangles.
I even turned down happy hour with the Duchess and assistant DAs the other night. Believe me, reading her texts about the tall, hot guys there was like taking a bullet.
I promise I will be back soon with all sorts of fun stories. Just let me get through the GRE.
Oh, and if I can ask you a favor, please keep you fingers crossed that I get in somewhere. As finding a real job has been relegated to Plan C.
I really don’t want to implement Plan C.