I’m about halfway through my latest novel revision. Tonight, I feel a little discouraged, so I wanted to write about my dream.
My day job pays the bills while my heart follows a dream. My mind says pursuing a writing career is impractical, even insane, but my heart, with every beat, urges me to try…try…try…
Long ago, I tucked the dream away in a nice little box and moved on with my life. With husband and kids, I dutifully earned wages doing work I liked, but felt no passion. Through the years, I turned to education to show me the way, to make me a better employee, to learn more about everything.
For many years, I ignored a question nagging at me: What am I supposed to do with my life?
I finally realized what was missing and I let my dream breathe again. I started my novel and a spiral notebook of future characters and book ideas. Some days, chasing my dream is a passion; other days it’s more of an obsession. Either way, it gives me hope.