In my December Insecure Writer's post, I talked about how I got a disappointing reaction from a family member when I announced I finished a novel. Yesterday, that same person told me how proud they are of me, and how they've been telling everyone how accomplished I am.
Wonderful, isn't it?
It would be, except this person told me she's so proud that I'm going to graduate school so I can be a college professor. I'm not.
I probably mentioned I would like to teach writing in the long run and am considering doing it. I'm reading some awesome medieval literature to refresh my memory just in case I can do it later. But it's definitely not something I'm doing now. I'm not enrolled. I haven't applied. It's absolutely not something that's going to happen before my babes starts all-day school (in three and a half years).
I'm writing now. That's it. (I know you all know how huge that is.)
Luckily, I'm old enough that I can only laugh at this conversation and file it away in my mind so one of my characters can have a similar conversation a family member. I am very proud that I had no reaction - no flushed face, no headache, no crinkled forehead, no emotional response during the conversation at all. I just listened and didn't respond at all.
I'm happy to report that I'm back in writing mode. I cleaned my desk last night and then jumped back into a novel I started last spring. I read it, edited it, and am excited to work on it some more today.