One of my co-workers, a salt of the earth, no nonsense type guy who reminds me of my Grandpa Stan, asked me yesterday why I wasn’t writing full time.  I told him, “I wish.”  We had a conversation about writing and how I took life events and transformed them into stories.  During our chat, he told me that if anyone could be successful at writing, he thought I could.  It was one of the sweetest things I had ever heard.  The comment made me beam inside, even more so because my co-worker wouldn’t BS me about something like that.