I wish you luck, I'm right there with you. I worked all my life, cashier, group homes, waitress, lawyer. My favourite was group home. But I digress. None if it fit me. I have depression, actually, dysthymic disorder, which is "bipolar lite," if you will, along with severe anxiety, PTSD and autism.

I write full time too now, because it's really all I can or want to do. The older I get the more impossible it becomes to even think about dragging my ass out there to get a "job."

A word of advice, take advice with a grain of salt. I've been here a year. I've ignored all the advice. I'm doing okay. It's not pay all the bills money yet, but it is pay my half money.

The trick here, if there is one, is to write well, touch people and read and engage meaningfully with other writers you enjoy. They'll follow you, they'll tag you in stuff and suddenly, you're doing pretty damn good.

You have a new follower. I'm looking forward to reading more.