It’s the dream, isn’t it. To have no obligations other than writing. To be free of the dreaded nine-to-five (or part time job that leaves you with an unpredictable schedule).
Well, it’s possible that, due to some exciting circumstances, I will have this opportunity soon. And I’m terrified. Full time writing is all that I have ever wanted. I’ve been writing since I knew how. But I haven’t been published. Not even a short story or a poem.
The cynical part of me says it’s foolish to drop my “real job” for something that has never paid off. The optimistic part of me knows that if I devoted myself fully to writing, more would come of it.
The time isn’t here yet, so I suppose I shouldn’t think too much about it. But when it comes, what will I do?
Keep writing, my friends.