Today a friend of mine blew off a class so she could work on her NANOWRIMO novel. (ok, I’m not sure that’s why she did, so maybe I’m being unfair, but it sure as heck looked like a story that she was working on). She asked me not to be mad, but I am. I mean, I realize its her life, but come on! School is meg important.
Or is it? I’ve starting wondering about that. I mean, we’re both vary serious writers. But I have never blown off a class to write. Does that make me less of a writer?
If I were a really dedicated writer, would I put my writing as more important than my academic work?
I don’t know. I wish I did, and if anyone has any thoughts to offer on the topic I’m open to them, infact I’d welcome them.
And, Friend-who-shall-go-unnamed, if you happen to read this, I apologize if you’re offended or anything like that.
WHOAAAAA! I can’t believe somebody did that!! 0-0
I can’t believe it either, and now I am convinced that’s why she blew class.