It felt weird yesterday to simply say for the first time, in answer to the question “What do you do?”, “I’m a writer.”

It felt good because it finally felt valid. I’ve spent this entire week labouring on my screenplay which isn’t technically pure writing since it’s an adaptation. It’s the joy of problem-solving and organizing information, the challenge of removing what isn’t needed. I’m finding it fascinating and totally fun.

Instead of saying “someday” or “my career goal” is to be a writer, I’m sitting here actually being one. And it feels right. Although a bit lonely . . . I do think I’ll need extra social interaction, if I’m going to be at home for awhile. If I get a part-time job, shortly, that would probably be perfect.