About a week and a half ago I stopped working for a steady paycheck.  It was a long time coming and something I've tried to do many times in the past.  You see, I've held more jobs than I can count.  Most of the time I didn't last longer than a newly placed trash can liner.  Not through anything horrible I did, well, other than accept the job in the first place.

I have figured out that I am not destined to be the working man's girl.  I'm a writer and a writer normally dances to their own tune 24/7, at least the ones who try to do this full time instead of squeezing time over lunch or after work when I can't rub two brain cells together.  I applaud those writers.  They can be more determined than anyone to fulfil their dream of becoming a published author.

I'm not unlike those writers.

However, I'm blessed to have a husband who encourages me to go after my dream.  But in an effort to share my experiences with you, I can share some of the more amusing ones without identifying these people.

To borrow from Frank Sinatra...

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

I'm readjusting my running shoes and aiming at winning this race.