Still, I spent a good many years going to work. I was a good worker bee who never really had a job I loved. I was good at everything, but that doesn't translate into loving the job.
Funny how all those years programmed me to look forward to the weekend and hate Monday monrning.
You'd think after 20+ years of being my own boss would change that, but the attitude is still there, simmering just below the surface.
Since I'm my own boss, I sometimes hate the boss and the workload and sometimes play "hooky" because I am my boss. Unfortunately, the only way I can get a raise in this self-employment gig is if I put out extra effort—a lot of extra effort because writing, publishing, and selling fiction is damned hard in today's world.
Knowing the good and the bad of being self-employed, it's the best job in the world. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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Okay, I confess. I'd probably trade it for a million bucks, but I'd still write books. I just wouldn't get so upset if they didn't sell. {LOL}
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