Hey fellow minors
I don’t know about all of you, but I’ve reached that point of the semester where my body is screaming at me, I’m always about to nod off, and I’m just ready to be done. Sound familiar? For your sake, I kind of hope not.
So at this week’s HIW session, I actually got stressed just listening to the speaker talk about the mass quantities of research he does to assemble enough information to write a single book. And then I relaxed (a little…) thinking that, thank God, I didn’t elect being a writer as my first and only career choice. I will say though that it gave me a sobering dose of respect for writers of his caliber who devote their lives to tracking down information that often actively resists being found. And since I really want to go into copy editing, I think that’s a really valuable perspective to have on just how hard it can be to live the life of a real writer.