"One of our Customer Service employees has already tryed to telephonically reach you."
Telephonically, eh? Now that's a word I've never heard before. I guess you learn something new every day. :D
14,500 words on In Memory Of. More to come today--I'm on my first break. It was coming out a bit sticky Thursday and Friday, I think because I was feeling anxious about future finances and grad school and that sort of thing.
The fact is I really only want to go to grad school when I'm really struggling with my writing (so I figure I might as well be doing something productive), and most of the time I'm not struggling with my writing, and I don't want to go (because where will I find the time to write!?). And the other fact is, this wouldn't even be an issue if my parents weren't pressuring me to go. If I'm honest with myself, I don't think I'd even be considering going to grad school if my parents didn't care either way. When you add that to my growing disillusionment with the whole science of psychology, and my ability to support myself quite well and happily as it is, well, it makes for very little motivation at all.
Which means, unless my mindset changes substantially, I'm not going. I don't want to be a social worker or a psychologist who writes in bits and pieces in her spare time. I want to be a writer--a writer who does extra work in her spare time to make sure the bills get paid, who maybe takes a few courses to expand her understanding and knowledge, but first and foremost a writer. So from here on, that's how I'm thinking of myself. I'm not entirely sure how or when or even (entirely) if I'm going to break this to the 'rents, but, well, cross that bridge when I come to it.
I would also like to say that I spend too much time on the internet, as evidenced by my attempting--twice!--to italicize words in Word by writing the HTML tags < i > < /i > instead of using command-i.