I've gone through several phases in my search for the dream job. I thought perhaps a career in the museum world would fit me, and even went to job shadow at my local museum. Now I have no interest in it.
I've thought about working for a university press and editing historical manuscripts or working at Colonial Williamsburg as a costumed interpretor. But neither one really gets my juices flowing largely because 1) I'd be stuck behind a computer 8-5 for that editing job and 2) I'm not the greatest around strangers.
So what's my ideal job?
The same it's been for the last 20 years (and no, I'm not kidding): being a published novelist.
What about you?
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