A friend of mine from boarding school recently accomplished something that I've secretly dreamed about for years: she published her first book. And while I sent along the usual congratulatory message, inside I was so envious. We used to talk about our writing, publishing it on our blogs. I would read hers regularly but honestly I always thought she had a rather meandering style, a little too artsy fartsy and disconnected. Definitely not something I would have bought if I'd chanced upon it at a bookstore. I always secretly thought my writing was better. But look who's just talking now and who actuåally has a book published. 

In a way it really makes me think about my job and what I'm doing. Writing has always been a passion and while I've completed a few novels already, I've never taken it to the next level of editing. I've never seriously considered this pursuit and taken the time to develop it. It makes me think about the writing that I have given up simply because I just didn't have the time anymore. 

I guess it comes down to the will to accomplish something. My friend slogged hard for what she did (though refused to offer more information than that when I asked how she did it) and in the end, even though her book is still something I'd never buy, the fact is, she's out there. And I'm still here, doing a job I almost hate and wondering how the hell I got stuck doing this and if I can ever get out. 

Perhaps I can use that as material for my next book....