“If you can’t work in a field you are passionate about, learn to be passionate about what you do.”
I don’t remember who this was attributed to, and it’s a paraphrase from my not perfect memory. I saw it on a bulletin board yesterday at work. It was a bit deflating, first thing in the morning, especially mixed with everything already churning in my head.
I’ve worked many different jobs in my life. I’ve always gone above and beyond and been successfully promoted.
The single most difficult part of writing is not being acknowledged on a regular daily or weekly basis. After I’ve spent a week writing a chapter or two, no one is sitting at my dinner table pouring a drink and putting their feet up ready to commiserate with me and my sore butt. Realizing that the society of friends is the reason I’ve been able to stick with the school this long has finally pushed me to start looking at writing retreats. I need some (geographically) close friends who write!