This morning I jumped into the abyss and all my parachutes came out and I floated free and wild across to the other side. I made all my phone calls: I registered, I claimed, I filled in forms over the phone, I mentioned my name and birth date several thousand times. And for the first time ever, I said my new company name out loud: WRITING FROM ALTER-SPACE. No surprises there, then! After a great pep talk from my advisor, I had to ring a bell and get a clap and then I was officially A Fully Employed Person.
I’ve bought my first ever bottle of champagne – actually it was sparkling wine on a clearance offer – to celebrate. You can tell I haven’t lived if this is my first bought bottle. Where have I been? In the dark?
I am now officially a writer. It’s not a hobby anymore. It’s not something I have to hide because I’ve failed at it. It’s not an aberration or something to do instead of a proper job. It’s real.
I am a writer.