I Certainly Never Shall

Well, I'm kinda in shock-mode right now.

I found out yesterday that I've been accepted to what's pretty much my dream college. {Well, besides Harvard, you know, but Harvard is kinda the Writer's House of colleges, haha.}

As expected, I'm terrified.

What about my family? {This is not as big of a deal as it seems. I'll be living 45 minutes away.}

What about my friends? {As I said, 45 minutes. Also, there is this thing called Facebook. And I can make new friends.}

WHAT ABOUT MY WRITING?!

Contrary to everyone's expectations--and probably yours, as well--I'm not majoring in anything close to English, or Journalism, or even Communication or Marketing. I'm majoring in Physics. It's kind of a long story, but I know I want to do it.

However, I am a writer. A writer who is very, very close to getting agented*, which is just a hop, skip, and a jump away from being published. {So they say.} And school does two things: It turns my writing time into studying/class time, and it throws me into the so-called real world, where dreams like author are buried deep.

After learning about my acceptance yesterday, someone asked me if my writing was now a hobby.

NO.

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

There are a lot of things I don't know right now. I don't know when I'll get an agent. I don't know when I'll get published. I don't know which book will be my debut novel. I don't know if I'll be able to juggle school and writing. I don't know what sacrifices I'll have to make to do so. I don't know.

But I know I cannot, and I will not, and I certainly never shall give up on my writing. I'm a writer. This year I've received more confirmation than ever that this is so.

This fall I will be juggling two dreams. It will be hard, and complicated, and messy. But dreams were made to be followed. They were never made to be buried.

* I refer here to the full requests and the feedback on them. I'm not hiding any big news, promise.