Thirty-nine might be a bit young to retire, but I kind of did that yesterday.
After much debating with my wonderful DH, I sold off my preschool and retired from real-life work. Okay, I’ll still advocate for divorcing families and kids when the need arises, but for the most part, I’m now a full-time writer.
And to that end, I sat in my newly dusted office with my mug of hazelnut coffee and my net book for most of the day. I got two chapters written on my WIP and all of my critiques completed for my crit partners. I also
coerced convinced a writer friend to beta for me and already got her amazing and helpful feedback.
My YA is thisclose to getting sent off to Agent Awesome. And my chapter book WIP is thisclose to being a complete first draft.
Retirement couldn’t be better…well, not until DH retires, that is. That is when we’ll tour the world on his golf cart while I pen amazing novels.
Anybody else have retirement dreams? Anyone living them?