So, this is crazy, right? That’s what I ask myself, but somehow it doesn’t feel crazy. Here’s what I did: I quit my job. I cashed in my 401K and I quit my job at a time in American history when people are searching for work. I had a decent salary, job security, health insurance, a retirement plan, and I walked away. Somehow it seemed right.
So, what do I do now? I care for my father, who suffered a cardiac arrest on September 29, 2008. Four days out of the week I am with him, and my mother pays me a little (enough to cover most of my bills – this was in lieu of him going into a nursing home, which would be infinitely more expensive) and the rest comes from the above mentioned 401K. When I’m not caring for my father I’m trying to write.
In 1956 Harper Lee was given the gift of a year’s wages from a couple of her friends, with a note: “You have one year off from your job to write whatever you please.” In that year she wrote To Kill A Mockingbird. My mother and I have come up with our own arrangement. For the next year I will help with the day-to-day care of my father, so that she does not go insane, and in return she has given me the gift of time. Time off to write.
Here is the goal: In one year have a completed draft ready to submit, and of course, to spend this time with my father, a man who probably doesn’t have much time left.