Writing is the key.
More accurately, it is the path. I don’t believe there is a lock, or even a closed door. In fact, I don’t think there’s a door at all, just a doorway to walk through.
And in order to get there, I have to write.
Writing is not paying my bills; writing has never paid my bills. But I’m expected to accept that writing is the path, and that I must walk down it in faith.
Honestly, I’m scared, because what I’m doing right now isn’t cutting it financially. I am pursuing other jobs: full-time, better-paying; part-time, supplemental and nothing. It seems silly to take an hour or so every day from job-searching time to write, but I hear, Writing is the path.
If I just had the right job, making enough money, I would have time to write and not worry. Why not just provide the job, God? I guess this month I’m down to the wire: trusting God, while writing AND looking for employment, with no guarantee but a small whisper saying, Writing is the path, even when nothing appears to be changing.
Bugger, this is hard.