Yesterday was one of those days that show up and make me realized exactly how much I want to be a writer. After a long, stressful weekend pushing the sales market, it felt so incredibly fulfilling to just spend a day, working on my craft, writing up a storm, maintaining the housework, and reading through a few books. It was perfect, productive, and exactly the way I would love to spend the rest of my days. It was filled with a feeling of despair that, in the morning, I would have to get up, forgo the long hours of writing and reading to go to my actual job and do actual work that, while I do enjoy it, can be stressful and irritating and not nearly as fun. It’s not too bad; I do intend to boot up the laptop and get right back to work when I get home, but the fact that the long stretch is not there puts a slight damper on things.
To be able to spend most (if not all!) my days just creating and working toward building my stories and getting them ready for the world seems like such an incredible dream. The best thing about it, too, is that it’s completely reachable. I just have to keep my eye on that glorious feeling of writing for a living, earning some income off of what I do, but it’s not going to happen unless I make it happen.
There are two more days until NaNoWriMo is officially off my hands; I’ve got my eye on the price and only have 10k to day…5k today, 5k tomorrow, and considering I did 5k yesterday, it’s a completely achievable goal and I will get there. And, once I do, it’s time to turn my attention back to my short stories, back to getting those out there and in the world, and taking just a few steps closer to achieving that dream.
Just some random, encouraging thoughts for the morning as I bolster myself to get through the Day Job.