Yesterday a good friend of mine shared the exciting news that he's left his job in order to devote the next several months to completing work on his first novel. This is something he's been dreaming of for quite some time and circumstances finally came together to allow him to pursue the dream. I'm thrilled beyond measure for him. Not many people have the good fortune--and the guts--to make a move like that. He's not going into this blind and I know he'll take advantage of every minute available to him.

It's funny, but seeing someone else taking time off to work on a book reminded me that--hey--isn't that what my life is supposed to be about?