Today was my last class of bartending school but the last thing the instructor said to us made it feel more like the first day of preschool, or maybe it was just the tone she used.
Don't forget I'm a bartender now...
And I know these trade schools are not all they are promised to be and I know it wont help me get a job on paper but it certainly can't hurt skill wise, learning the recipes for 150 drinks in some 28 hours of class and walking home with a cannon bubble jet printed diploma makes me about as much of a bartender as I am a writer.
Then I read some other small press publishing and decided it was writing, but also it was not writing.
It was as much writing as I was a bartender.
So I lifted weights until my arms hurt then biked until my legs hurt.
So I could feel like something, not like a writer or a bartender.
I will admit it feels good to be working on story number two.