Crazy Few months...

Wow... I don't really know where to start to fill you in on the last few months...I guess one big bomb is fine.

I quit my job and became a freelance writer!

I'm crazy I know, really. All of my family and many of my friends are terrified on my behalf. I'll start off with saying that I'm fortunate enough to be supported both emotionally and financially by my boyfriend who, though he is probably terrified himself, has been a trooper through this whole "I want to do something that makes me happy," crisis.

That's the gist of it, I quit my job. It should also be noted that I didn't quit in order to become a writer, I quit and then discovered the world of freelance writing mere days before my last day with a paycheck. It feels like I've been doing this for months, though.

Within the first two weeks of writing, I've accomplished more than I had in the last three years of my old job. I have written dozens of articles, product descriptions, and blogs. I've learned about investing in gold, video marketing strategies, and even how to fix a garage door when it gets jammed. I've written my first e-book about art therapy, I've started my own book about how to become a freelance writer (from a beginner's perspective), and I've signed a deal to re-write classical children's stories.

I feel so blessed and, more importantly, SO FREE!

I will share some working-from-home myths that I've discovered though:

 - You don't get to sleep in as late as you want. You still have clients that expect you to be available at a certain time.

- You don't get to pick and choose who you work with. Maybe eventually you will, but at the beginning, you're just trying to get work! You won't get the feedback or number of jobs you need to be successful if you don't grin and bare it with the occasional difficult client.

- It doesn't feel as satisfying to work in your pajamas as you thought it would. It just makes you feel like a slob.

Also a bonus myth about writing:

It's not all trendy article writing like "Sex and the City." I doubt Carrie Bradshaw ever had to write extensively about which exhaust hood was best for your stove...

I expect the next several weeks are going to be brimming with peaks, valleys, glee, and pulling my hair out. I'm as terrified as I've ever been, but no one great ever got anywhere without taking risks. At least that's what I keep telling myself!