the indie lumberjack.

Sorry for the absence of a post yesterday, too much to do and too little to talk about. I practically cleaned my room and my house for six hours. I did a lot of…cleaning out my closet so to speak, physically and metaphorically, but that post can wait til another day or possibly never.

ANYWAY

Today during Journalism, we had to draw editorial cartoons (mine is pretty good in my opinion and I am terrible at art) for class. I however, had to rewrite a story about something I knew practically nothing about. So I studied someone elses previous draft of the story, interviews I did, and quotes from the teacher of the class, and twenty minutes later I had a 300+ word story about AVID. I was on deadline, and that’s just what I do. I work well under pressure. I had the story typed, edited, approved, and in the newspaper design all within an hour of Newspaper Studyblock’s start.

So what I came to realize after this slight “emergency” was that I really don’t think I want to be a journalist. I mean, I love the idea of creating something that hundreds/thousands of people read and react to, but I just don’t think I can deal with all the bureaucratic crap that goes in to the typical newspaper. I really enjoy the atmosphere of deadlines though: the air is supersaturated with energy, mostly negative, as tempers flare and people are constantly bickering over completely unimportant things. The panic is stimulating and I love the feel of getting everything done, PDF’ing the paper, and submitting it to print. It’s such a fantastic feeling..but I don’t know if I can handle that EVERYDAY of my life. That’s too much stress because technically, everyday is a deadline day, and that is just too much supersaturation.

I could probably be a novelist though, granted anyone can be a novelist. You just have to have a laptop, an idea, and a need to sit in Starbuck’s while you work so you LOOK like a writer. I mean, if I had a laptop, I’d be typing up this post at the Starbuck’s in Barnes and Nobles on Virginia Beach Blvd sipping a delicious beverage; but I don’t, so I’m not.

Speaking of novels, I’m on page seven of the one I’m writing. Now I know what you’re thinking “Oh wow. Page seven. That takes all of three minutes to read.” right? So all I have to say to you is, “Suck it.” This summer I’ll be writing everyday and I swear I will finish my novel by the time I finish Freshman year at Virginia Wesleyan. Anyway, for those who have read it, I changed the beginning to something else that I hope you will enjoy. End speaking.

So now I’m thinking a degree in History would probably do me better because I think I could probably teach history for a living. I love history, I love learning history, and I love showing people how much history knowledge I have. Yep, I’m THAT guy.

Anyway, have a good evening America. I’m off to practice my solo project which I’ll be presenting tomorrow, and needless to say, I’m nervous.

Sleep well.

Cody.