“What are you going to be doing?”
asked a female coworker, one with whom I’ve always had an amiable relationship.
I’d spent a long time thinking about ways to answer that question but instead, all I said was, “Writing.”
She paused and then said, “What kind of writing? Technical writing?”
“Nope. Entertainment writing. Fiction and games. A whole different world.”
Later she admitted she was shocked by how far afield I seemed to be going. And I realized it felt good to be so straight about it. But I felt sad, too. How much sweeter would it have been to not quit until I had a published printed volume I could show my coworkers?