We walked into Borders and headed straight to the newsstand. Normally we like to browse through books of our favorite authors, but in the name of saving money, we agreed to a magazine each, and started there. I circled the newsstand several times, looking to purchase a creative, inspiring magazine.
JD and I decided to start submitting random articles to magazines, hoping that somewhere along the way – some poor editor might find it worth a bit of extra income. It’s a long shot – yes, but we figured we might as well try. In the near future, prepare to read blog entries written in the dark corners of a library.
I should mention here that I have the inability to pursue wise, attainable goals. For nine hours yesterday, I decided it was time to get my M.A. in English. It started shortly after discussing the idea of submitting articles to magazines. In the car, I mentioned to JD that I really wish I could finish my minor in English – to which he suggested I try for a second bachelor’s degree. Two hours later it turned into a MA with an emphasis in creative writing and I was on UH’s website looking at grad programs. My impromptu dream began to fizzle as I read the requirements and remembered that I suck at Shakespeare, I can’t write fiction to save my life, and while I want to write for the rest of my life, I do not want to become a writer. Visions of cigarettes, coffee, isolated cabins, and shaky hands began to swirl through my head and I quickly shut the computer. Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get the idea.
After picking through several magazines in Border’s, and walking by JD thirteen times, I decided writing magazines freak me out, I have no use for bridal magazines, my subscription to Real Simple is on it’s way, and I feel guilty purchasing gossip. Just as thoughts of “I will never find a magazine I can identify with, therefore, never write for” began to fill my mind, I walked over to JD and grabbed an old favorite. JD took his magazine and we walked over to the check out.
I chose Climbing magazine and JD picked out Backpacker.
We read our magazines over a mocha at Starbucks.
And then I realized life is pretty good right now. My husband picked up Backpacker magazine. We might go camping for our anniversary next weekend (prepare for a sentimental ridiculously romantic posting in about 7 days).