Writing Adventures Day 9: Is My Dream Your Nightmare?

An old bookstore colleague of mine hated writing.

She loved stories. Novels, short stories, essays, kids’ literature of course, and the whole book world stuff.

But she had no interest whatsoever in becoming an author.

My dream career, earning a living writing novels, was her nightmare.

Changing Paradigm

I woke up at 4. Went into the living room.
Candle first, then a swipe of that beautiful before-dawn cool, fresh smell.

Tea tastes better when we’re a bit cold and ready to wrap ourselves up in a fluffy blanket, right?

Better yet, autumn is coming around here. In the trees, red, orange, and yellow are slowly taking over the dark green of the late summer leaves.
The air gets colder, and the first fallen leaves smell divine. There’s nothing like it!

Then, I got cozy on the couch and I wrote, wrote, wrote as much as I could.

Like I was taking in as much air as I could before plunging into the abyss.

I left my kiddo and hubby-to-be all on their own for the first time in 5 years.

Into the car I got. Into the traffic I got. And straight up to the retail store I’ll be working at the next year, at the very, very least.

Today, the dream career took a break from 7am to 7pm.

Today, I typed email addresses and pressed F2, F12, and ESC many times.

Not a single word was written down.

I didn’t have time to think about it, being the first day in a new place with new people.

Now that I’m here,
legs hurting factor aouchy-aouchy-aouchy-yayayaya,
safe and sound wrapped in a fluffy blanket even if really not that cold,
I declare (not too loud drumrolls because kiddo is sleeping already): it will not happen again.

Vintage Pen&Paper Mama Strikes Back!

I found myself playing video games during my half-hour break, which I spent in the back store.

Video game. Back store. Sounds and FELT like the 15-years-ago me.

Thing is, the now-me have a very big writing goals plan. I will have to find a way to take advantage of that time to do what I love: write!

Once I got kiddo in bed, and tomorrow part of the lunch out of the way, I put a pen&notebook in my handbag/backpack/not-grown-woman-classic-going-out-accessories.

The only thing left to do is find a spot in that, let’s face it, incredibly crowded back store to write in peace for half an hour.

Otherwise. … … …

Yeah, I would be scared, in the long run, to be overtaken by the day job.

The day job is not my nightmare job. However, it’s not the dream career either.

Better be careful there. Between dream and nightmare, nothingness may await.

What do you think?

Thanks so So much for being here, I’m very grateful for you.

Until next time I hope!

Auteur : Marie Alice

Writing away and reading books. Joy! Écrire à tout vent et lire des romans. Joie!

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