I think I'm going to apply to Berkeley and Stanford law school next fall. Ideally, Harvard if my novel does well.
Why do I feel like this move would be a weak-ass sell-out? Doing what everyone looks up to as a definitive form of accomplishment, instead of holding my head high and believing in an art, someday in a far future to be manifested, that currently only I can see.
For some reason, I love making things as hard as possible on myself. Being a struggling artist is so damn punishing.
At the same time, potential liberation from a world solely committed to solitude and hyper-contemplation (aka novel-writing) feels pretty damn good.
I think I'll just do both.
One step at a time.