10 years... where does the time go?

I can't believe that I have been working at writing professionally for ten years already. That is going by the date on the rough draft for my first novel I wrote to sell way back in 1998. I had been getting serious about it for at least a couple years before I belted that monster out in 30 days (and a lovely 80,000+ words it is too, even if it does read like a game of D&D).

It just don't seem like so long, I guess because I had not shifted gears from "I can do this with novels only!" to "Okay, maybe I need to learn to write short stories", and finally, not so long ago, I evolved to the point where you make the money - when you realize "I need to write the stuff that pays if I want to keep writing the stuff I like."

So I am writing the things that pay, and ten years after shifting from film maker to writer I am starting to see where I can make a living as a writer one day.

Some dreams just develop slower than others.