I have started to question my life goals. Publishing has a lot to do with sales and marketing and distribution and shit that I really, honestly could care nothing about.
This little venture has left me way in debt and I am very nervous about that.
My adviser has pissed me off more times than an adviser should piss you off. And it's week two.
My classes are full of sci-fi young adult lit dweebs who love (LOVE!) to hear themselves talk. Every class has one of them. You know the kind I'm talking about. The kind you picture stabbing in the eye with a gel pen? Well I've got two in each class. At least two.
But! BUT!
Today my fortune cookie had two fortunes in it! TWO FORTUNES! This is surely a sign. Things like this do not happen every day. (Two fortunes!)
But there's more. The fortunes read (in this order):
"You will have gold pieces by the bushel."
and!
"Nothing can keep you from reaching your goals. Do it!"
I'm not shitting you, I walked out of that place inspired. My fortune cookies were right. I will have gold pieces by the bushel! (I fucking better. Cost me enough to get here.) Notice that the two go hand in hand. If I follow my dreams (which consist of only editing, no marketing, no sales, no bullshit PR and promo stuff), I will have a bushel of gold pieces.
And so I have to take a couple management classes? What's the big deal, crybaby? It really is valuable information that I need to know.
And so my loony adviser gave me bum advice that ended up costing me 500+ dollars? It really is my fault, in the end. I should have taken more caution when adding credits. What's 500 bucks compared to a bushel of gold pieces?
Thank you, cookie of dreams and hope!
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