Seriously?!

All Play, No Work - Possible Solution?

Does anyone have a job that they really like? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

I guess a job you hate is better than none at all. I recently had a little bonding moment with Kellie, the leader of the critique group that I attend a coupla times a month. She been employed for two months now and is completely miserable. I thought to myself, how great that you can be unemployed and still eat and have a place to live because your husband still has a job. I would spend my days writing, and hanging out at the local coffee shops and entering contests and reading and and and... But Kellie is completely stymied. Stuck, blocked, too worried and too depressed to work on her writing.

I wonder if I would get anything done if I had all the time in the world to write? I'd like to think so, but even on the weekends when I do have (had) a lot of time on my hands I still only sometimes work on my book. I still write, but journaling and prompt exercises don't count. I need to be working on my BOOK. That's where the potential lies.

They may publish my journals posthumously ), but what good will that do me? I'm dead and moldly. What do I care?

There may be several entries today, since I'm playing part-time hooky today.