Independence

I’ve mentioned before that the Sister’s all have jobs.  That’s not exactly true.  Two of the Sister’s have jobs and the third is in the process of securing one, but she’s not happy about it.  Let’s face it.  Jobs suck.  They are demanding of our time, they stress us out, and they are mostly unfulfilling.  And in this market, keeping them is a challenge.  Sometimes, my job is so stressful that coming home to write is almost impossible.  By the time I get the short people through dinner and their baths, chaperoning them while they pick up their toys and go to bed, my brain is fried.  And then after being on a computer all day, the last thing I want to do is start typing again. 

It’s truly miraculous that I enjoy writing as much as I do, otherwise it’s just so sapping of  whatever brain power I have left, if it felt like work I would never finish anything.  And I guess, since I take so much abuse during the 9 – 5 part of my life, it is a little empowering to play God for a while. 

So, as this Independence Day draws near, let us all look towards the thing that will give us independence.  The thing we want the most.  I know what that is for me.  My perfect job would involve being paid for my writing.  And maybe, if I could finagle it, reading for pay, too.  Even if I won the lottery tomorrow (!!!) I just know I’d still spend a great deal of my time writing.  And seeking publication.  That is my Golden Ticket.

What’s yours?