s a twenty something college student, I’m well aware that reality often likes to interrupt this little social experiment we call being a novelist. Between school work and friends deciding to kidnap you for the night, or a new episode of the Carrie Diaries, or Scandal there’s really no end to the amount of pressing real world problems that will interrupt a writer in the process at any given time. So I shouldn’t really have been surprised when this particular quarter was no different.
To be fair, I had expected life to be a little calmer because I decided to take this quarter off from college. It’s not really advised, but then when you’re having an existential crisis on a weekly basis, I don’t think not taking the quarter off is really advised either. So, I bit the metaphorical bullet, pushed back my grad date one more quarter, and gave myself a break. I really should have guessed it would never be that easy. Because by the first week of my non-attendance I got a telephone call from my school informing me that I hadn’t been there much this quarter, and if I didn’t show up I would be dropped. It’s all very standard and I understood that, the problem is… I had already signed all the forms to take the quarter off, so if I’d showed up I think that would have looked really weird on my part. I quickly called back to settle the problem and I was sure it was taken care of until… Thursday afternoon. I got a call from my mother informing me that I had to call the school because they had withdrawn the money that they get each quarter from my loan or her loan or something… even though I wasn’t actually going to be there.
Ten minutes and three different redirects between departments to sort this all out, we realized that it had all been a misunderstanding because apparently the paperwork I signed, I was supposed to give to another office, but as I wasn’t informed of this, I just took it home with me, wondering why I was the one left in charge of it. I figured it was just for my records or something and that was that. I’m by no means upset in fact the whole thing is pretty funny, except for the part where I was finally getting somewhere good with book 3 and the telephone call and subsequent calls on my part, interrupted all of that, throwing off my groove and ultimately forcing me to write this blogpost.
