Next Stop

The latest stop on my journey to find what I want to do with my life is apparently photography. I'm ignoring the fact that I've never picked up a camera more complicated than a point-and-shoot compact for now.

Anyone who knows me will be well aware that my life ambitions change on a month-to-month basis. Recent ones include: journalist; teacher; videogame developer; and photographer. And that's just in that last six months or so. Most people will notice that, really, these things have very little in common. The problem lies, for me at least, in finding something that will satisfy both my creative side, and my "lol-I-was-nearly-an-engineer" side. There's also the fact that I, perhaps somewhat idealistically, would really like a job that I actually enjoy. Currently, I'd settle for not hating it.

I guess there's a couple of reasons that photography appeals to me. The first is that I've always wanted to at least have a go at it. I wanted to do it as an A-Level, but my mother disapproved. It's been something I've considered taking up as a hobby for years, but usually gets dismissed because I can't afford a decent camera. In fact, I didn't own a camera at all for the best part of three years after the dog at my last one and I just couldn't afford to replace it. Secondly, in terms of a job, it's self-employed. This is something that's always appealed to me, as if I'm working my ass off, I would at least like it to be for my benefit, rather than simply making some person that I've never met richer and richer. There's also the fact that it seems to be something that would appeal to both my techy-geeky side as well as my creative side.

I suppose I should probably just, I don't know, take some photos and see if I'm actually any good at it before I get carried away.

The Beginning of the End

I always feel the need when starting these things to write a little introduction, even if, really, anyone that might be reading isn't necessarily interested.

I'm starting this for no reason other than boredom, and the usual reasons of avoiding stuff I should actually be doing, like cleaning or uni work, and for the purposes of ranting, of course.

I suppose it would be only good manners to say a little about myself here:
I'm Emma. I'm twenty-two, which is far to large a number for my liking. I'm (hopefully) about to graduate with a degree in Creative Writing and English, and after that I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. I spend my days locked in a stuggle to avoid adulthood, and would really just rather be fifteen again. I have a part-time job in retail, which I really hope doesn't end up being what I do for the rest of my life. Really, I just want to find someone who will give me money to sit around in my pyjamas all day and write poetry/plays/whatever, and play WoW. I know this is unrealistic, though, so... maybe teaching?