So on Thursday Meredith, Jessica, and her sister came out to Colorado. Partly to visit me, and partly because Jessica had a couple of interviews for her summer internship. Man....it was nice to see my best friend again! We had some good times, but then they had to leave already Saturday morning. DANGIT! So it was a really short visit, but it made me even more excited to get back on campus.
And these last three weeks out here are really going to suck. I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda sick of working at Westword right now because the editor-in-chief thinks that I didn't produce the amount of stories that I should've and I agree with her. I talked to my editor about it and expressed my concerns and she thinks that I will probably be alright, just because most young writers have trouble finding story ideas. I'm not sure if I should agree with her....even though this really is my first time ever really writing for any kind of publication....a columnist for the trumpet doesn't count. It's easy to find stuff on campus to write about, compared to Denver. That should be the other way around, I know, but I think it's because I had so many other things going on while I was out her that I really couldn't get into it.
So right now I'm not sure about ever working at another place like this or even at a magazine...so I guess though this internship was a good thing since it helped me find myself.....it seems a little like a waste. But on a differnt note, two of my better short stories that I just randomly decided to write while I was out here made it into the literary magazine at Wartburg. That was pretty exciting....even though one has a bit of a disturbing ending and I'm sure people may look at me differently after they read it....it's still good to get it published.
Actually, just the other day I started writing another one...but I was at work and kinda got caught up in other things and I lost my creative line of thought. So that one fell apart....but may turn into something else. I also thought about writing one about my roommates....since that'd be a little crazy. I could actually just write what really happens in our room on a daily basis and people would take it as fiction.
Anyway, as you can see, my line of thinking still falls in with creative writing...not newspaper writing. Hmmm...I thought I could get over that while I was out here, but apparently not. I guess we'll just have to see what happens.