When I began this freelance writing caper, I had a lot of unrealistic expectations. Most notable include:
- I would write for eight plus hours a day. Every day.
- I would find it quite easy to write a book. Effortless, even!
- I would NEVER waste time during the day doing things like watching Schitt’s Creek, scrolling cute animal feeds on Reddit, or teaching myself sewing machines repair.
- I would become one of those elusive coffee shop writers, working on my masterpiece as I sip espresso, preferably wearing a scarf or beret.
It’s been a year since I quit working full time to become a writer. More specifically, to focus on writing my novel. You know, THE NOVEL. “The book of my heart,” the piece of fiction I gave up dental insurance for. The thing that I was sure would come together easily once I could devote all my headspace to it. The creative word baby that could only be fed by time.
Recently I saw a tweet by 
When I attended my first Romantic Times (RT) Convention in Atlanta 
It’s been over a month since I packed up my cubicle to say goodbye to the 9-5 grind to spend my days writing. In many ways it’s been great, but in other ways it’s been harder than I expected. Here is a rundown of how things are going. 