It's Monday.
I've been a writer as far back as I can remember, but always sporatically. I made a reasonably serious attempt to get published twice - I have the required folder full of rejection letters - and got as far as being signed by an agent once. But whenever I got discouraged, I simply turned back to the job. It was the prefect excuse. I just told myself it was too hard to get published while juggling a demanding job and my family and my writing. (Yes, I know many published authors have done it but the line worked for me.) Of course, this rationale had the unspoken tag - if only I could write full time.
It's Monday.
And I can write full time.
No more excuses. No job to hide behind. Here's where I find out if I've got what it takes or not. The first day of my new full time career.
Whoa. This is scary.
I'm currently enjoying: Blind Descent by Nevada Barr
Groaner of the Day: An infant rabbit was orphaned. Fortunately though, a family of squirrels took it in and raised it as if it were one of their own. This adoption led to some peculiar behaviors on the part of the rabbit, including a tendency for it to eschew jumping, but rather to embrace running around like its step-siblings.
As the rabbit passed through puberty, however, it soon faced an identity crisis (don't we all!). It went to its step-parents to discuss the problem. It allowed as to how it felt different from its step-siblings, was unsure of its place in the universe, and was generally forlorn. Their response was, ... "Don't scurry, be hoppy."
