My poor rocking chair didn't see much use this summer and the vines took over. Now it is the true definition of use it or lose it. Of course the vine will die, I'll trim it back and recover the use of my chair.
It did get me to thinking about my life and the vines that I've allowed to creep in. It's happened so slowly that I didn't even realize. I think it's time to do some pruning and I don't think I'll wait for New Year's.
I'm a freelance writer from Missouri. When I say it out loud I always feel like I should be at an AA meeting. Announcing that you are a writer to the public at large can provoke varying reactions. It is met with either enthusiasm or complete indifference. A few people will even act as if it might be catching, like the Avian flu.
The decision to become a freelancer didn't come easy. Giving up the security of a 9-5 job is a big decision for anyone. Giving up office politics and pantyhose was simple. I did find that being a writer isn't all cream cheese Danish and bunny slippers. It requires a strong sense of discipline. You have to set your hours, stick to a schedule and make others respect it. You also have to stay away form the Oreo's and morning talk shows.