All my life I’ve dreamed of the day when I would be free to write full time. Fitting writing in around working more than full time and juggling home and family was a challenge. And more times than not, writing was assigned a lower priority. Obligations trumped desire.

When I semi-retired late in 2013,  thought for sure I’d have more than enough writing time to achieve my goals. But my part time work kept expanding, and personal obligations with elderly family members entered the picture. I did write more. But it was sporadic and disjointed, and that’s exactly how my writing read.

Fore some time now, I’ve looked forward to fall of 2015 when my contract work would end and vast expanses of time would stretch ahead of me. And then a twist of fate moved that full retirement to. . . TOMORROW!

It’s  a dream come true, right? Sure, I’m uncomfortable that inevitably there will be loose ends at work that aren’t tied up because of the abrupt ending. But all that complete and unfettered freedom! No more being tethered to my iPhone.

The pressure’s on. Since I’m blowing up Transitions (did I mention that before?) and starting fresh with Gram and Me (a women’s fiction), the timing couldn’t be better, right? I’m at once thrilled and terrified.

No more excuses!

No more excuses