Total ranting...

I feel like Rodney Dangerfield sometimes - "I don't get no respect."

I'm a writer.

That means I string together words for publication for a living - albeit a small living.

Unfortunately, this is an occupation many people don't seem to understand. I don't blame them. I understand very little about plumbing and I doubt any plumber would expect me to know much about it. So I don't expect those around me to have an intimate grasp of word count, editing, contracts, copyrights, marketing, sidebar, interviews, etc.

I would, however, like a little respect.

I do this for a living. Just like everyone else in the world that gets up in the morning puts on their game face and heads to the work-a-day world, I work. Just because I work from home, doesn't make it easy or in some way less difficult than any other job out there. I'm not saying it is neuro-surgery or anything, but it is still a job. I work hard and I get paid. In fact, in some cases I get paid quite well.

I'm not doing homework like a college student. I've learned my trade already, thank you.

I'm not hiding in my corner practicing at a hobby, when I skip out on functions.

I'm working.

At a job.

For many people work means a uniform, a worksite and interaction with coworkers (I've decided talking to my fax machine doesn't count), and/or clients. So maybe to them my job looks like heaven in paradise, but it's still work.

Further, my writing is more than work. It is my passion - my purpose in life. I'll be doing this until they pry the keyboard from my cold dead fingers.

There. I just needed to say it.