If I weren’t a writer, I would be a horticulturalist or historian or geologist or stonemason or teacher or quilter or harpsichordist or… The trouble with me is that I have too many interests and am constantly pulled in numerous directions. For six years I worked in a high school guidance office as the Career & College Advisor. I think I was more interested than the students in all the different opportunities out there. I hosted countless college reps and was intrigued by the variety of majors offered—a much greater variety than was available when I went off to college forty years ago.
Historic Preservation was a “new” major that particularly drew me. I guess you could say my husband and I are constantly involved in the historic preservation of our 1930s log cabin home. And right now I am obsessed with horticulture—the cultivating and planting of my perennial and herb gardens and numerous container gardens, as well as protecting them from the growing deer population. I also manage to fit in teaching my writing workshops and learning to play a new musical instrument—the newest will be a hammer dulcimer this summer. Writing is one of those careers that allows (even encourages) diversions, so I consider myself a very lucky person.
P.S. Of course the need for an income does have to be considered, but you can probably tell that’s not my #1 priority.