I left my job in the fall, and now I can set my life up around writing instead of squeezing writing into my day; it's amazing to have that time, and I feel very lucky.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love writing. I feel ridiculously lucky that this is what I get to do all day.
Like everyone else, there are days when I don't want to go to work. However, writing is a job like anything else.
I love writing, and I am never as happy as when I have a week, a month - three months - with nothing to do but write.
I just feel really fortunate to build a career as a writer.
For me, writing is such an escape, and I felt very lucky to have this to run away to.
I never thought about writing. I was married young, I was still in college, as we did then, and I had two babies before I was 25, and I loved them, and I loved taking care of them, but I was a little bit cuckoo, staying at home and not having a creative outlet.
Ever since I could first write I have been doing so. When I was taught how to write and read at school, I made up my mind that this was what I love to do best and this was the world I was going to occupy.
I opted for a freelance writing career. I was lucky enough to have the means to do it.
I really only have been seriously writing, finishing things and publishing things since January '91.
I basically never feel like writing. I am a happy-go-lucky, relaxed, fun-seeking kind of person. And working disturbs that, because it puts me in a state of anxiety.