A year and a half ago, I hit rock bottom in pretty much every sense of the phrase. And then I hit the reset button on my life. EVERYTHING changed - where I lived and who I lived with, the people I interacted with, what I did every single day...
In some ways, if feels like it was just yesterday, and in others, it feels like a lifetime ago. Maybe because it was.
Since the great reset, I've had to put authoring on the back burner, writing when I had the time and energy while I worked a full time day job in a butcher shop. One might, if inclined, call me a lady butcher - a lady who butchers, not a butcherer of ladies, of course. Look, here's a pic of me in my full lady butcher uniform, knives and all!
This Sunday, that all changes.
In two days, I will work my last shift in the shop, then pack up my knives and bring them home for the last time, and starting Monday, I will officially be a full time author. For the first time ever, I will be supporting myself ALL BY MYSELF through my author career. And for the first time ever, I don't feel like a fraud or an impostor when I tell people I'm an author. I cannot possibly express what that means to me.
A year an a half ago and with the help of my incredible family and friends, I scraped myself up off the ground, worked my butt off to build a new life for myself, and now I'm here. Now I get to do what I love - write - each and every day. I get to sit at home with my cats and write, or wander through the woods and write (dictate), or ride a ferry across the Puget Sound...and write! I get to do any of those things whenever I want.
Kind of like this...
It feels unreal. And amazing.
I couldn't have made to this new chapter without help. To my family and friends, and most especially to the boys in the shop...THANK YOU! I will never be able to say that enough. Which is just fine. In fact, it's better than fine - it's fantastic.
So on I go, wandering along this authorly path because, as the legendary Tolkien wrote, "Not all those who wander are lost". I can't wait to find out what's waiting just around the bend or up over that next hill. Maybe something shocking or exciting or disappointing or utterly unbelievable. Maybe nothing. Whatever it is (or isn't), I'm going to keep on wandering.
And writing. :)