I had a preliminary interview with an agency that sets people up for internships. My CV has been put through to a major literary agency. Eight people have been put through and in the end the agent will choose about four to interview. Then I need to impress her and try my hardest to get the internship. It would be perfect for me.
I also had an interview as a teaching assistant. I basically got onto the agency’s books, all I need is a DRB check and to sort out my references, and I will be suggested to schools, possibly taken on, and then teaching English to secondary school students. Both possibilities are exciting but obviously I would rather be training as a literary agent. It’s so me.
In any case, things are looking up.
In terms of my course, I have to say that I am struggling. Everyone else is a teacher and I don’t come from that background. When I applied for the course, I thought it might be something I would be getting in to, that the creative aspects of teaching would be something I could learn from. Now, I can’t lie, I would prefer to have done a straight creative writing course and it’s too late to change. I won’t get the grade I want for this course and it upsets me (perfectionist). Today I have class and I feel singularly uninspired by the prospect. This isn’t how it should be.
I had my tutorial regarding the creative writing aspect of the course and it went well. Apparently I have both voice and style, and simply need to work out what exactly my characters want. I am getting there.
I can’t afford to let things slide or fall apart. Not at this point, at this stage in my life. I need something stable, something I can latch onto and enjoy. I have never had a job I wanted, or liked, excluding the voluntary roles I have held. I have never really had an aim in life besides the desire to work with books in some capacity. I need to convey that passion and make a reality of my dreams.