Not JK Rowling or Stephen King. Writing is not my day job. Writing is not my bread and butter, or feeds the family nor pays the mortgage and car payments. An end goal perhaps? Sure. But for now, it is SOMETHING. It is a passion like gardening or keeping your house clean or maintaining your FB presence (if that’s your thing) or painting or composing music or poetry.
Writing is a passion and happy but grueling pursuit for the deep inner ME. It is a personal thing; the tasty bacon, though a little greasy strip, that wraps around the larger meaty part of my life which is family, breathing, friends, breathing, and work. It is my little personal a-way place I can go to truly be a little different, to lay on the couch in the therapists office and fictionally spill my guts.
My passion for and in writing is always a work-in-progress. An adventure. A destination. And with anything you truly love, you hope it’s always there and a long road.