I think my whole problem was that I needed to cut the apron strings, and I knew it, and instead I signed up for IUP mostly because my grandparents were a fifteen-minute car ride away. I took journalism because I was trying to be sensible -- I can write AND get a job! -- except I despised most of my journalism classes except for features and editorial writing because I preferred writing creatively and I could do that in both cases.

Lately I've just been falling into the "I'll just get myself published!" trap because it's literally going more successfully than my actual job hunt right now -- I have an awesome agent, I have manuscripts all over the damn place, I'm right there. Except I'm painfully realistic about this sort of thing, so I end up worrying about how futile it is to hope to get published. *sigh*