As some of you might have noticed, especially if you follow me on facebook, I’ve been in a pretty dark place recently. Things I’ve taken for granted crashed and burned, leaving my husband and me to pick up the pieces. (Not our marriage, though, thank the heavens. That’s stronger than ever)
But it has forced us to rethink the way we want to live our lifes and me to find a job. That didn’t go as planned, so I’m going to take a leap I’m very afraid of. But it’s actually what I dreamt about for a long time. I just wanted to plan it, make sure I have the necessary means and not start because I just don’t have another option right now. Currently, I’ve got a couple of interviews coming up, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m either too qualified or not qualified enough, which sucks.
There’s one thing, though, at which I’m good, I think. And that’s writing. Creating stories. And this is what I’m going to do. Writing full time (and translating, doing covers and running my newsletter). I’m scared, but I’m also very excited. I’ve got an awesome husband who supports me, I’ve got a awesome friends who do the same, which helps a bit.
So, I’m leaping in the hope of making enough money to support my family. It’s not how I wanted to start, but it’s how it will happen. Wish me luck. I’ll need it.