I’m on board for what will hopefully be another ongoing writing gig. It’s not the one I would have shaved my head for, but it’s not too shabby, either. I’m thinking seriously about putting in my notice at my day job, but I’m at least going to wait and make sure that this pans out like I hope it will.

My day job doesn’t pay very well, so if I can keep steady writing work coming in, I would be much better off spending my time doing that. I just worry that I’ll quit my job, then end up not having enough work to pay the bills. If I were a single gal I would just take the plunge without giving it a second thought. But I have a family to think about, and we’ve been through enough hardship that I don’t want to put us through any more unnecessarily.

As it stands right now, it seems like any time I’m not sleeping I’m working. Sometimes I get tired and frustrated. But the fact that I’m finally getting started doing what I’ve wanted to do all my life, and will hopefully be working from home full-time soon, keeps me going.