Sep 14, 2013 Life
This is one of the weirdest, strangest, and (I guess) most wonderful, remarkable, and exciting posts I’ve ever written. It’s one that I’ve anticipated for as long as I’ve been writing, which is … well … a pretty long time. My first published story was almost 19 years ago, after all, and I had been writing actively for years prior to that. So, yeah.
Here it is.
While the actual date is still in some negotiation, I’ll call it the end of October for now. Whatever. On that date, I will become a full-time writer. That’s right. A week ago, I informed my supervisor that I would, sometime soon, be leaving my place of work and focusing all my efforts on this world of art and story that I’ve been dabbling in for so long.
It’s Lisa’s fault, of course. At least she gets a full half of the credit for it, as she’s the one who first came to the conclusion that this was a good idea. She’s the one who first suggested it, and she’s the one who–gently–helped me see that this would work for us. She’s also the one who will be providing the safety net. And, yeah, she’s also the one who will still copy edit everything I do. But that goes without saying.
I admit I’m still absorbing what this will mean. I’m thrilled, of course. Excited. Kinda scared. You know, all those things that you get when you’re making a big change that should, in the end, all work out. Now that the cat is out of the bag, I’m sure I’ll talk about it more over the next few weeks. A lot of things are going through my head, and a lot of experiences are happening as the news settles around me.
But for now, it’s time for my morning snack, and then back to the keyboard.