My line of work has a degree of stress. Most do. I have been directly managing inmates for over eighteen years. This has understandably caused some damage to my mental faculties. Kind of a psychic bruising over time. Some days it is a massive struggle to overcome the depression.
I returned to writing as a tool to manage that depression. I still have some time to go before I can retire from this line of work, and I need every tool I can get to keep my mind sound through that time.
The other side of writing is reading. So, being a bit troubled by depression this morning I turned to reading. My current book has been One for the Money, by Janet Evanovich. Her writing is well paced, light hearted and often amusing. Not your usual approach to what has to be dropped into the Mystery genre. This is the first in her series of Stephanie Plum novels. The number in each title represents the number of the book in the series.
Her fourteenth is in the book store right now.
I have no idea if I can attain such a level of success. At this point, I have a finished (but not quite polished) novel. It was written as a way to manage depression, but I really would like to publish it. I am still exploring how to do that. It is not an easy business. Still, it was fun to write. It was an interesting experience.
Whatever I do with my book, there still remain thirteen of Evanovich's to read. Not bad therapy, all things considered.