
Yes. Too much and not enough. I’ve spent too much of my life writing fiction, and yet not enough; I could write for a hundred years, easily, and not care if anyone thinks I’m missing out on real life. This is my life, and I’m not sorry.
I’ve heard stories from people that are working their dream jobs and most of them say they were single minded in their goals. I’m working my dream job right now. Money… Well we’ll worry about that later. Readers… I have some of those, but more would be nice.
The only way I can describe the way I feel is that there’s a burning under my skin. I’m ecstatic when one person shows interest in my work, but I’m also Captain Nemo, and will go down with the Nautilus.
I’m happy. I’m doing what I’m called to do.
Do I want more?
Yes.
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