It’s been a great day. I’ve finished another story, climbing closer to completing Scenic City Cafè Volume Three. I’ve also been scheduled to appear at our local Barnes & Noble in June and October. It’s during that conversation that the B&N GM refers to me as an up and coming “professional author”.
I laughed, but didn’t rebut his praise and title. It was after our conversation ended that I realized that I am a “professional writer”. I may not be playing in the same division that the King’s, Koontz’s, Patterson’s, and so many other writers that can currently pay all of their living expenses from their writing career…but I’m still a professional writer.
There comes a time when a man or woman finds that one thing that makes his or her work seem like play. It really happened to me today. I dream about worki…oops…playing in the green, still fertile fields of my imagination.
I may not become financially wealthy from my writing, but I’m happy. I am very, very happy.
Tomorrow morning, while you are at your job…the job that you love and love going to every day, picture me…sleepy eyed…a cup of hot coffee at hand…my cat Emmie snuggling around my feet…and the voices of thousands clamoring for my attention between my ears.