Some days I like the social work scene, I get excited when a plan comes together and the big pay off for my client leaving behind her abusive partner.
However, I have an itching to begin writing a new story. I still have a big steaming pile of shit to clean up from NaNoWriMo, so there's something there, just trying to get up enough motivation to make it into something worth reading.
Other days, I think it would be neat to be a travel writer but who would take care of my beloved cat/child substitute, Squeaky. I like music, I could be a critic, just as long as I had a thesaurus because I tend to use the same adjective over and over. I still have big dreams of writing my diner book but I'm trying to lose weight.
So, it appears that I am "stuck" working in human services for the time being.