“I am saved from the power of the dogs only to fall into the clutches of a lion” -Aesop’s Fables
Once upon a time, not too long ago, I was as undergrad groaning under a ton of coursework. Too many classes, not enough hours, and too little sleep was my popular rant. I remember staring out my dorm room and seeing my classrooms. It brought my work too close to home.
Vowing an idiotic 19-year-old’s vow, I promised to find a profession that I could leave at the office.
I would never bring work home.
Now, I’m a writer, volunteering all my free time and some of my not so free time to work on my craft.
My work is at home.
My work continues as I dream.
It follows me everywhere.
However, unlike the Stag, I’m far from unhappy.
Out of the frying pan into the fire…by choice! (Go figure)