Work To Live or....

Friday night shifts are hard. First you think "Great. I can sleep in" but, despite only actually being a half hour longer than a regular day, Friday night shifts feel like a much longer day than normal. Why I don't know. Maybe it's because there's a long period of time spent at work before you can have a break. Parking costs so much more than when you start at nine a.m. And then you have to drive home, alone, at ten o'clock at night, all of which sucks. Especially since we live a fair way from the city and it takes at least an hour to get home. LONG day.

I would be so happy to be able to make a living doing something that I love, either from home or from a little 'office' or shop, decorated by me, to my standards, with my music playing and tea on demand. At the moment this is but a dream. But every now and again it seems so close that I can touch it....a little brush against my skin as the feeling that this WILL happen prompts me ever forward.

But for now, I work to live.

June 11th - and so it begins.....

Today I begin my Great Experiment. Can I write anything interesting? Am I a 'Stick-at-it' kinda gal? This is my test run for living a writer's life, and if I can't stick at this being a writer thing online then I wonder at my ability to do it at all. Whew! No pressure then!

God! I wonder if anyone will ever be interested in anything I say? But I journal every day and this is just an e-journal after all, so even if I am the only reader it is done for, that's okay. [No it's not! I want to succeed. ] Great. I just lied. In sentence Number 8. This is a liar's blog.
Not only a liar though.....hopefully there is more to me than fibbery and scarediness. We'lll see.