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I'd been writing all along.
Short stories, poems, twenty-page "I'm going to write a novel now" false
starts. I finally got serious. Writing was how I was going to make my
way out of the increasingly bitter world of nursing. And to make a long
story a little shorter, I sold my first fantasy novel, Fire in the
Mist. I sold a couple more. And I quit nursing. I quit too soon,
and I've had to run like hell to keep in one place most of the time since
then. But I did it. I'm out of nursing. I work for myself (and I really
am about the only person I willingly take orders from). And writing, for
all that it's harder than nursing ever was, is also more joyous, and more
fun, and a lot less dangerous. And the major themes of my life have become
the major themes of my writing, too --- so it has all worked out pretty
well.
And everything I ever did
prepared me better than college ever could have for what I do today. Like
I said, this has been a long, hard road, but skipping college was one
of the best dumb mistakes I ever made.
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