Alright, it’s early, I’ve only gotten out 163 words, but I’m falling asleep at my keyboard and I do have to be up early for work tomorrow. At least those 163 words brought me my world’s equivalent of crackheads. (Speaking of which, it was 165 words except I realized belatedly that “crackheads” is one word so my equivalent should be one word too. Damnit.) I’m not sure finding this out was a good thing but it added a layer, or at least another detail.
Sometimes I wonder if I’d ever enjoy writing full-time. And would I enjoy it if the job were fiction – like just writing my novel – or something more “professional” like, technical writing, something that’s lately been catching my eye… Jury’s still out.