I'm blogging from what is most likely going to become my permanent new office space, just a short bike ride from home. Writing from home was too challenging, for various reasons (the least of which is a certain distractingly adorable stripey furball), and though it's something of a leap of faith, I'm going to take it.
I'm renting a desk in a very cool office space where a fellow writing colleague is also beginning to put down working roots.
It's a little nerve-wracking because so much seems uncertain as a freelance writer, but maybe this is the sort of definitive statement I need to make to myself and the universe that I'm serious about this, that this is what I'm supposed to be doing, and I have the power to create the kind of circumstances and environment in which I can thrive and succeed.
As you can tell from the picture, one thing hasn't changed yet - I'm still working makeup-free in grubby t-shirts. But at least I'm out of my jammy pants and out of my house.