I do admire a number of other people’s jobs. Lots of them look very interesting to me. On occasion, I do a little bit of research. Exactly what would it require to get a job like that? Is it fun enough for me to do it part time. Maybe if it is low enough on hours, I could use the money for more books on writing and writing classes.
I dream about the job too. What would it like to be a skip tracer and catch a few bad guys? What is it really like to work full time in web design? Maybe I should have been an artist. Or maybe a historian.
Then, I sink back into reality. As nice as being a private investigator or a world class personal assistant to a super star, there is only one problem… that’s not my job.
The delight of a writer’s life, is that we get to imagine ourselves in different positions, and then we get to play with it. We can let characters become zoo keepers and tour guides to Hawaii. We can let our characters live the life we thought would be so cool.
And then, when we get bored being a school teacher or a physical theripist, we can move on to something else. An FBI agent… maybe even an ambassador for the US to Japan.
Sounds cool, doesn’t it?
Anyway, I stopped writing today midway through chapter three. I need to dig a deeper hole for my prog. Something needs to happen at the end of this chapter. Something personal. I’ll have to work on it.
I do have the basic plot down, it’s all the little things I need to play with now. I’ll go with what comes to me tomorrow morning. If it doesn’t work, maybe I’ll change it later.
I wonder what being a taste tester for a chocolate company would be like?
