Turn and Face the Strange Changes

I’ve mentioned before that I’m in the process of quitting my current job to pursue freelance writing. Well, the process is almost complete. I am training my replacement for the next three days, then I’m off to a convention (in a very fancy hotel) in Orlando for four days and come Monday, September 24, I am officially unemployed!

I have wanted to write for most of my adult life and I’ve always written in whatever small caesuras I could find. After The Kid was born I bemoaned my inability to concentrate and string together more than three words at a time. I was thrilled as my mind began to shrug off the fog of caring for a very small child twenty four hours a day, and inspiration slowly slowly began to return.

Then The Kid started school and I turned 45 and I started asking myself, if not now, when? I decided that if I didn’t try this, I would always regret it.

So one week from today I step into the murky sea of what I’m going to do for the rest of my life and I’m terrified.