I grew up wanting to be a writer. My early influences were fairy tales and Stephen King, which might explain some things. Throughout grade school until shortly after college, I wrote poetry and short stories, the likes of which would make me cringe today if I had kept any of it. Actually, I might have kept some of it, somewhere, but I do distinctly remember destroying a good bit of drama-heavy high school prose. I was emo before emo was emo.
For years, I’ve been saying I want to write a book about what I do – a live-in/on university housing professional. I’ve even had a title picked out: Living The Residence Life (similar to my largely unused Twitter handle, @livngthereslife), and I’ve joked about taking a year-long sabbatical to sit on a beach and write this. Well, the beach is my bedroom thanks to COVID-19 and being considered “essential” (for now) is hardly a sabbatical, but maybe this is the time to get started. Except I don’t know HOW to get started. I suppose deciding what I want the purpose of the book to be would be a good place to start, even if once written (ha) it turns out to be something different. Do I want it to educate others about what we do? Do I want to write it for the housing pros so we can bond together about how ludicrous/rewarding/heartbreaking/stressful the job can be? Can it be both? Should it be neither? I don’t know. What I do know is that the book isn’t going to write itself, higher education seems to be imploding, and regret is a real bitch so I need to get to it. Maybe this 3:05 a.m. blog post (the first in nearly a year) is to help hold me accountable so that tomorrow (today) I will be motivated to start something of an outline and figure out where I already have material written that can be pulled together for some guideposts.
As I write that I look around my dark bedroom/current office at several half-finished craft projects, all the CDs I’ve been meaning to upload and organize, a sloppy list of an attempted monthly budget for when I move in to the “real” world some day, notes from an online FEMA course I just completed for fun, and a bill that I can’t remember if I paid. Basically, I seem to have decided that now is the time for EVERYTHING. Wish me luck.