Four years ago I decided to change careers. I had this amazing opportunity not afforded to others and I felt compelled to take advantage of it. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write books, see them traditionally published, and become rich and famous. Laugh all you want. I knew the rich and famous part was a lark but this is where the “amazing opportunity not afforded to others” comes into play. I get a comfortable, monthly, retirement check. It allows me to fiddle with this writing life. HoneyBunch says it’s a curse. It makes me too comfortable. I don’t have to rely on a paying job to cover bills, go grocery shopping, or keep myself in pretty, purple pens (my writing instrument of choice). He says I am not hungry enough. Between you and me, HB is only half right. It pains me to admit it, but there is more to that truth – I am afraid to succeed. I have several published friends and I’ve seen the glamorous writing life they lead. It takes discipline to be a p