Well Not This Year

I gave a go at writing a novel this month but we are 5 days in and it is not in the cards for me. Perhaps next year and perhaps swine will become airborne. Honestly this year I have a few other writing projects that need to be done this month that can lead to some money in the bank, which would be a good thing in my book. Also another couple credits for publishing wouldn’t be a bad thing.

I have been going over what I have had published and it is a longer list than I thought. A number of the projects were with Peter and that’s fine by me because I have learned a lot from him about writing. (I also recommend his “Writing Comics and Graphic Novels with Peter David” which also works for screenplays. It is a lot of good information on how to write as well.). But there are a number that are my own as well.

I guess I can officially call myself a professional writer now. I have a hard time with this sort of thing. I didn’t call myself an artist for years. I called myself a craftsman until an artist that I really admire informed me that I was an artist and had to get use to it. Stage Manager was more quantifiable for me. Puppeteer was just part of me like breathing. I can’t remember a time I didn’t think of myself as a puppeteer even before I knew the word really.

The title Mom was bestowed the day my daughter was born. And it is the toughest job I have ever had but the rewards are great. This morning Caroline got up on her own which makes the rest of the morning easier. We got her ready for school and made sure she had everything she needed in her backpack. This afternoon I will pick her up from the bus and we will start our weekend.

I am grateful that I have so many different careers under my belt.