If I could be guaranteed to make a living from my favorite hobby, I would be one happy camper! I would write to my heart’s content, blathering on about this topic or that. I would explore various themes and compose poetry and children’s books.
I would examine my diverse interests and expand my knowledge of them, then I would write about what I’ve learned. In fact, I already do these things, but certainly not to the extent that I would like, after all, a full time career is fairly time consuming.
I imagine working on a collection of short stories, possibly doing some memoir writing, and of course developing at least one beloved (and incidentally extremely marketable) children’s book character. Marmalade the Marmot, anyone? No? Sherice the shrew? Or perhaps Ibsen the Ibis? There must be a story (or better yet, a series of stories), for these wonderful potential characters, although I’ve been told to avoid alliterative names. I guess Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Elmer the Elephant got lucky.
Long story short I would write, write, write. In fact, this writing thing really has become much more than a hobby. It’s a passion that is beginning to take on a life of its own, and I’m loving every minute of the ride it’s taking me on.