I guess I still have this blog?

So, it’s been about 7 months since my last post here. I suppose that makes sense, as I went back to work full-time at about that same time. While it sounds great in theory to piece together enough odd jobs to make a living while writing, in practice it makes a lot more sense to use the marketable skills that you have developed over the past two decades to work a single job with regular hours, a guaranteed salary and benefits, and write in your free time. Yes. I quit my last job with nothing lined up, with no plan other than publishing my book. No. I didn’t realistically expect that I would suddenly be well off and able to jump into making a living writing after self-publishing a single book. What I did do is overestimate my ability and desire to piece together a number of odd jobs and freelance work to make a sustainable living, which ultimately meant having less time to spend on writing. Which was part of the point of all this to begin with.

What I also did, was use my book as a catalyst to remove myself from a situation that had been making me miserable for years. I had tried making some changes within the company on several occasions, but nothing worked out, or made enough of an impact. Writing Paralysis gave me something to hold onto as I leapt from the ledge that I had been standing on for quite some time. I won’t say that I landed gracefully, or without a few bumps, bruises, or breaks. But I’m still alive. And I’ve ended up with a company that takes care of its employees, and one that makes every effort to practice what it preaches. I’m in a better situation than I was when I left my last job. I also had a great opportunity to work with my friends at Neilly’s Foods in York, PA for a while there (they’re expanding like crazy, so check out their products!).

In short? No, I’m not a novelist that is just sitting on a beach somewhere writing. For those that were worried about me, I’m gainfully employed, and once again a “functioning” member of society. I’ve also been working on a few other personal things over the past several months that I’m not quite ready to go into detail about just yet. And, of course, I’m still writing. And I still dream. I find that to be one of the best parts about writing fiction. The daydreams about everyday situations that begin with the eternal question, “what if…”