I was asked today what my typical "work day" consisted of. I thought for a moment, then realized, this isn't work. How can I call living my dream "work"?
The word work makes me think of physical labor or doing something unpleasant like...**cough**cough** laundry. Creating characters from my imagination, giving them life, a little conflict and a lot of love is so enjoyable I feel guilty calling it work, like I'm a fraud.
I've wanted to be a writer since I first held a pencil. So, if this is called work, I hope to never retire!
What about you all. Do you love what you do for a living?