This semester I am in a creative writing course, and I've got a couple of options. I suppose I have many, but here are the ones that are really before me: to be lazy, or to challenge myself. It occured to me, last night, that I began writing with certain desires. I made the shift from someone who wished to be published at a great place and recognized by great people, to someone who just wanted to be a working writer. I need to go back to the person I was that first year of graduate school when I decided writing to people was the most important thing in the world.