Time flies

Two years ago, I considered quitting writing. It wasn’t one thing or another but a combination of many factors. The two biggest were time and money. Both writing full time and working a full time outside job is brutal.  It’s worse when you can’t see an end in sight. We all want that Harry Potter/Twilight moment where our book hits number one and we’re catapulted into the land of “I get to write full time for a living” land.

But the reality is that it rarely happens. Most authors build their career by consistently writing good books and gathering more and  more readers as they produce. It’s not unlike building a business because it is a business—the business of writing.

Trying to build my business and work a FT job was killing me. I had no time for myself and call me crazy, but I believe in a work/life balance. I am not one of those people who can write for 12 hours, seven days a week and feel fulfilled. I wish I was. I really really really do. I love writing. I do.

But there is also a whole world outside my window that I want to explore. And it’s that exploration that fills my creative well.

So, I stopped writing. And for a long time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever go back. I did some more traveling. Got married.

yosemiteA quick brag moment:  This is my first marriage and we met when I was 47. So, I am living proof that it can happen at ANY AGE. And it wasn’t like I did something foolish like “settle” because I was panicking  I was just waiting–and he took forever to arrive. LOL The B.H.E. (Best. Husband. Ever) is younger than me (almost 11 years. Super smart. Has my back. Is wonderfully kind. And love me just the way I am—pudgy thighs and all.

Brag done, but I reserve the right to continue in later posts.

As I said, I got married. More travel. Moved. Bought a house with the B.H.E.  Life took over. And I was the happiest I’ve ever been.

But, there was always a ticking in my brain. A nagging voice that asked me again and again, Are you really going to give up writing? Come on. Just one more book. You know you want too. Yes, the voice in my head sounds like an enabling crack dealer, but that’s just me.

But the “dealer” in my head was right.. The creative well was full. So  I spoke to the B.H.E. and he said,  “Do it if it makes you happy.”

And it does. So I did. And here I am. Brand new husband. Brand new publisher. Brand new world. 🙂

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