So This is Grad School?

Two years later....
I find myself in a Masters program! (MLIS) And most days, I feel a little bewildered by how I got here. I was teaching, and putting off writing my novels, dating my boyfriend, living in Regina, tweeting about the assinine things students do... and now I'm married, and working a menial job, and living in Edmonton, and I'm a student. And I always have my phone out in class, I skip doing my readings in favour of ... other stuff... and now I don't have time to write my novel. And.... I am desperately afraid I will lose the pieces of it that are waiting to be put together.  And its NaNoWriMo and I have nine reasons why I won't be participating. And they are all due this month. Bugger. So, I am going to be selfish. I am going to write for myself, a little bit. A blog here and there, and a few hundred words of my story. I don't have time to put my wedding pictures in an album, and I'm barely scraping together the time to write my thank you cards... but I am going to find time for this. Because I think I am a writer. And the defining characteristic of a writer is that she.... writes. So this is it. This is me making a committment. To write. I really miss my writing group. And by that I specifically mean Natasha Morrow, and Devon Pacholik, Kelli Kellington (who I actually see now and then), and a few other people from my writing classes. How will I know how I am doing if no one is there to read my stuff?
I wish I had a time machine. I would spend a lot of time back in Medrie's class.
Sigh.
Don't expect scholarly writing here. I'm just rambling.