Work is a four-letter word. I’ve been working for someone
else since I was sixteen. It’s not always fun, but I’ve decided it’s not all
that difficult to get out of bed and go to work when I get paid to show
up. My idea of fun is writing full time. That day is coming but, until then, I work. According to my retirement countdown counter, I still have one thousand days to go until I can tap my heels together and proclaim, "there's no place like home!"
Working outside the home is a good thing on many levels. It
gets me out of the house. Time out in the world is something I’ll have to plan for once I
become a full time writer. Working in general keeps the mind engaged and
sharp whereas as being idle allows everything to atrophy.
I’m enjoying the idea of working for myself. Whether or not
it will actually be as sweet as I imagine is yet to be proven. But for now I can
envision myself working in the garden in the morning when it’s cooler and working
on a story inside on hot afternoon.
What I can’t imagine is not working at all.
Strange, isn’t it?
Rayne
www.twitter.com/rayneforrest
I currently work full time, but I would love the make the switch to being a full time writer in the future. I think it would motivate me to write much more as I wouldn't have the safety net of getting a wage if I didn't and I would also have much more time to write if I didn't have to go to work
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