Over the past few years, my writing life has shifted dramatically. It’s not just a hobby anymore–it’s a job. When people ask what I do, I tell them I’m a full-time writer, and I mean it. I’m pressing myself to write more and immerse myself more fully in what I’m doing. Sometimes it isn’t easy, though. I sleep in. I daydream, stare out the window, or play a long game of solitaire. And then I realize how little I’ve written, and I feel ashamed. In this guest post from Writer’s