For the eight years prior to January 1, 2009, I earned my living as a technical writer. For most of that time, I enjoyed working for wonderful clients on challenging projects, but as the years passed, the actual content I was required to produce grew ever more repetitive, so repetitive it could have written itself if it hadn’t already bored itself into a stupor. I couldn’t do it any more. I declined new projects, shut down my business, and enrolled in a creative nonfiction writing class at the University of Kansas. Along the way, I discovered that I wasn’t burned out on writing after all. I was just burned out on technical writing. Whew! What a relief! I couldn’t imagine not writing. Now my problem is, even though I was good at making a living as a technical writer, I have no earthly idea how to make any money writing the fun stuff…the stuff I’m interested in…the stuff that makes me laugh, or cry, or learn something new. So, while I’m figuring out what my next career might be (and there have been many careers over the years, but that’s another post), I thought it would be a good idea to put myself in a situation that requires a bit of discipline, a situation that provides some motivation to put my backside in a chair every day and tap on the keyboard constructively, a situation in which I might possibly rub elbows with other writers. I hope this is it.