$907.20

Being paid money for something I've written* is the accomplishment of which I'm proudest, out of the past year and a half. Nothing I've done in medical school comes close.

I'm so lame. I sit around and I feel disillusioned with school. I make a big deal out of refusing to study and refusing to work because "none of it matters". But in favour of what? Nothing useful. If I'm proudest of becoming a paid writer this year, you'd think I'd spend more time BEING A WRITER.

But there's no point in dwelling. One can't really force these things. I, for one, find writing works best for me when I'm supposed to be doing something else. So, thank you impending exams: you've successfully ended the 4-and-a-half-month-long cold war between me and my blog.

~isolde

(*written thing can be found in the November 20th edition of The Medical Post, in the Spirit of Medicine section. The Medical Post is available online, but you have to sign up. To my knowledge, it doesn't cost anything to do this.)

Labels: introspection, writer's block