I have written before that I have a full time job because writing doesn’t pay the bills. This is still true, especially now when I haven’t had time to write anything important in quite a while. The reason for this is because I’m a healthcare professional in a hospital setting. As you can see, my last post before this was just before COVID-19 rocked our world.
While I would have loved to have worked from home and consumed lots of new media, that wasn’t my reality. I was working even more than usual until everything came to a head earlier this year. My little community hasn’t seen a recent surge and things seem to, possibly, be going back to normal. It’s tense, waiting to see what will happen, but we’re carefully taking one step at a time.
In the meantime, I’ve started reading voraciously again (my Goodreads is on the main page) and I should have some reviews soon. I also have a few games I want to discuss, including the Trial By Trolley review I never got to write because of the pandemic.
My writing may never make money for me, and that’s ok. I write for me. I write because I have to. I have so many thoughts in my head and so many things to say that I can’t keep it all contained. I’ve long wanted to give up my day job and just write, but at this point in my life I’m ok if that never happens. I just want to share my stories.
On this first day of Pride, I’m taking some time to do things for myself that I haven’t had time to do in a while. For dinner I hit my favorite food trucks, then spent some time playing some video games I’ve been ignoring. And now to settle in with a book. Night all, and thanks for coming back