The Mochila Review is a literary magazine open to all undergraduate students who want to publish there prose, poetry, art work, and even comics! Submissions close April 1st.
there was an unhuman odor lingering in the air
one that smelled as if love had slowly died there
I’ve been focusing my degree more on editing than writing because I will always have that little voice in the back of my head telling me that I need to be responsible and have a back up plan. But last night (while watching Kevin Smith: Burn in Hell as an avoidance tactic from doing homework for a class I now realize I do not have the time nor the energy for) I asked myself why I am wasting so much time and energy into the back up plan. More energy in fact than I am putting into the actual plan. My dream isn’t to become an editor, it is to write for a living. My dream isn’t to help other people be published, it is to BE published! So why am I ignoring it? Why am I ignoring the passion that keeps me up at night, the passion that refuses to let me sleep until it is finally down on paper? Why am I putting it on the back burner? And for what? The back up plan? I’m not ready to give up on my dreams because someone once told me to always have a fall back. I want to fight for this passion so hard that there is no option of falling. So last night I asked myself, why bother with a safety net if I don’t plan on falling anytime soon?