Yesterday was my last day as a full time professional writer (yeah, I actually got paid to do this stuff). My writing career will continue, albeit part time, as I will be freelancing as a biotech writer for my company over the next year or so. I was sorry to leave the office yesterday - this place was by far the best place I have ever worked in terms of being challenged, being surrounded by really smart people, and how much I learned. And I was only there 7 months. And it was fitting that my last assignment covered stem cell research. In the process of researching and writing it, I met and/or interviewed 3 Nobel Prize winners -- which was an amazing experience.
It's a weird feeling -- making the transition from writer to full time student. I'm still waiting for the phone call telling me they made a mistake admitting me into medical school. There are some nights I wake up in a cold sweat over this.
For the next 2 weeks I'll be packing up the rest of my stuff here at home, deciding what's coming now and what's going later. For the longest time it felt like things were moving in slow motion, and now it seems like I am running out of time.
Speaking of which, I need to get moving. Literally.