My dream job, which should not surprise regular readers of this blog, would be an author. I am an author now; the difference would be that I actually received enough money from my writing to live on.
Making a living as an author is difficult, especially when one is an indie author. The indie writers I know who support themselves write romances and publish several a year. I will never be that prolific, although I’ve had years where I’ve written two novels.
The odds of my being able to support myself as a writer are infinitesimally small. The only way I will write full-time is after I retire. I have accepted this.
Words Like Me 
Everyone starts somewhere. I wanted to write a novel but could never get started. One day I was talking to a chaplain friend who lost his wife during Covid and could not spend time with her during her transition. He started a blog and had her memorial afterwards. I looked at it and said I can do that. If I write a book, even if it becomes a best seller, I might not get any feedback. In a blog, I get instant gratification if one person looks at it every day. You are a great writer. Blessings
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This really captures the quiet gap between identity and sustainability. Many people already are what they aspire to be, but the system around the work hasn’t caught up yet. Writing that names that tension feels honest and grounded and it’s often what makes readers curious about the person behind the words.
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