Why do I work again? Oh, yeah...so I can eat.

I hate getting up to go to work. And I really have no business bitching about it, because I have an awesome boss and I don't have to be there until 10am. And I work less than a mile from my house.

I know...shut up already, right?

But I really intensely dislike getting out of my bed. It's so cozy and comfortable. Especially on rainy days.

Lately I have been considering if I should start writing a book, but my problem is that I don't know what I would write about. That's the best thing about blogging, I can write about whatever I feel like that day. Writing a book takes dedication to that subject for months or years. And I don't know what subject I would care that much about writing a book about.

It's not easy to be a working writer. Most make ridiculously low pay. I made $10/hr as a staff writer for a newspaper, and had no real work schedule, since I had to be available to cover events as they happened. Was it fun? Sure...I loved it, other than the fact I had a baby at home and I was pregnant at the time. But the financial gain was small.

If you get lucky and manage to get a column, that would be probably my dream job. I could switch up my topics and give opinion pieces. But you have to work your way in to that.

And so I continue to plug away in my mindless job, like everyone else, wishing I could do what I really want for work. But I am very grateful that I have a job, since I know what it is like to be unemployed, and that is so much harder.

Until I win the lottery (ha!)