With the New Year looming, I'm forced to think again of what I really want to do when I grow up. I don't bother with resolutions. They're only good for about a week anyway. No, I need something life changing.
I've had a goal for the past, oh, I don't know - seven years - to quit my job and do something that makes me look forward to getting up in the morning. Over the years, that "something" has changed at least a handful of times. Fact is, I simply have too many interests. But, over the past few months, writing has taken center stage. It allows me to be whatever I want to be through the characters I develop. Plus, it's a perfect outlet for my overactive imagination. I'm always daydreaming anyway. Why not write about them?
Though most of my hobbies and interests rotate, I have a good feeling that writing is here to stay. If my love for it wasn't enough, knowing that people eagerly await my next book is enough to keep me going. I may never become world famous, but I'm a success in their eyes and that's what counts.