Doing my own thing
This morning, I woke up without an alarm, without classes looming or jobs beckoning. I don't have anywhere to be, anything to do, or any appointments or anything. It's both freeing and frightening. Every morning, I look ahead to day full of possibilities. I can do anything, I can be anybody I want to be. This is the good side of being self-employed as an author. The pay is less than perfect, but the benefits are endless. I can explore my imagination and travel to the very ends of my creativity. Today, I can be a musician in a band. I could be someone on the hunt for a secret treasure. I could be anyone I want to be. This is me. This is crazy, this is wacky. This is me! I get to listen to music all day while creating worlds for people to read. I track sales and promote myself on facebook. All in all, my author-life is crazy busy in a quiet way. I'm always home and never there at the same time. Physically, I'm here, but my mind is off in any number of diff