I retired from decades of nursing three years ago next month. No regrets, only an occasional twinge of missing my friends or a memory of babies in the NICU. I could live without the work dreams, though, often frantic and confusing, that make me glad to wake up in my own bed.
Retirement has been different in some ways than I expected. I do have more time to do the things I love, but, somehow there is always the stuff I don't get to, even with good intentions. Writing is work, a lot of work. Not to mention the disappointments and frustrations. But, I do love it and consider writing a very good use of my time.
When the Northern Colorado Writers Conference comes around March 2015, I will have my current novel ready to pitch. Maybe this will be the one, who knows?
Will I retire from being a writer? Not until I don't know what any of the words mean anymore.
I "face" mandatory retirement in just over two years. I hope I find myself wondering how I ever had time to go work all those years! And the writing, it is indeed, timeless. Good luck on the novel.
ReplyDeleteAnd, even when you don't know the meaning of words, you'll most likely continue writing. You'll write around that precise word until you find it. Sometimes the writing about is even better than the precise one. :-)
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