I'm typing this at 30,000 feet on an Alaska Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Manzanillo.
I've got a house-sitting gig lined up in Colima, and I'm going to hunker down and write until my fingers are sore.
That is the entirety of my plan.
Beyond that, I'm following a mantra I picked up from Dascha Paylor: Commit and figure it out.
I've got a couple of writing projects on the front burners and a million more on the back burners, and there just isn't enough time in the day to work a regular job anymore.
So I'm taking a flying leap of faith and I'll let you know where I land when I get there.