It might be silly, but for the first time in a long time I am happy to tell people what I do for a living. Before I would cough under my breath my profession. Not because I thought it as a bad profession, but because it wasn’t what I set out to do.
For a blip in my lifetime, I got to say that I was a journalist when someone asked my profession.
“And, what do you do?” people would ask.
“Lifestyle Editor,” I’d say with a smile.
Well, now my smile is just a bit bigger… because for as LONG as I could remember I’ve wanted to be a writer. And, while I’m not seeing my name in print anywhere (other than online) right now, I am seeing stories and books that I have ghostwritten being published as Ebooks and SELLING.
Over the past three months of being a Freelance Writer (the past month being my first full-time freelance writing gigs) I’ve written a lot of words. As a matter of fact, between my freelance work and my blogs, I’ve written (approximately) 200,000 words in the past three months. That is nearly as many words as Moby Dick. More words than a Harry Potter novel! The same amount of words as two of the Ender’s Game books.
It makes me wonder why in the world I have not finished my novel that I’ve been working on for about three years.
It is motivating me. And, for the first time in a while I have no problem with someone asking me what I DO.
What did you want to be when you grew up? Do you smile now when asked what you do?
