Just as I made up my mind to make the move from nonfiction to fiction, a series of improbable coincidences manifested into a lucrative job offer in another state. Now I was at a crossroads.
In a Seinfeld-style “do the opposite” move, I took the job. I would go make money for a couple of years and then return to The Plan with resources to keep financial worries from stifling creativity.
Naturally, it didn’t play out the way I’d anticipated. Good things happened and bad, and several more years than I’d expected passed before I was in any kind of position to go back to The Plan.
But by that time, it had been so long, and I’d changed so much, that The Plan wasn’t on hold anymore. It was forgotten. It was someone else’s plan.
So I did other things. And many more years went by.
It was a few years later, just a few years ago now, when I was going through a rough patch and it started me thinking about The Plan once again. A friend and I talked about both getting back to writing.
Nothing came of it at that time, but the seed was planted again.
Then another friend told me she was thinking about self-publishing an ebook….
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