I've been having headaches wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm 20. It just seems surreal that my teenage years are actually behind me, and that I'm now two decades old. This year has been an exciting one, and adulthood has actually been quite a liberating experience. I don't feel bound by the same impoverished mentality that seemed to trap me. Life has been good.

What's getting to me is the crushing feeling I'm not doing enough. I'm just living. Because I changed my major to screenwriting, I haven't done an internship or seriously networking within the screenwriting community. I just exist; that's not productive.

Now that I'm twenty, I really need to get on my grind. It's time I start submitting work to literary magazines. It's time I seriously work on Jack. It's time I start reading a book a week and really indulging in my craft. The sandglass is permanently tipped against my favor as I feel the wrinkles forming in my brow (slowly of course, because I'm black). I'm not getting any younger, and thus, must use my time wisely. The thought of publishing a book before I get my degree doesn't have to be so far fetched. At least not as far fetched as actually getting justice in this country.