Still here, still not feeling the knittin' love, still a writer. :-)
That last bit always makes me smile, even when the editors are giving me white hairs. Hey, I don't have children, someone has to give me white hair!
I think I've decided on what sort of work space I really want, now I just have to find the constituent bits and put them into place. While I'm living with the 'rents I won't be able to use it properly (noise issues), but it will be nice to have it all together for when I have the much vaunted rooms of my own.
And I was writing this and thinking about dealing with editors and how it was way better than dealing with office mates, when this quote came on a Biography commercial:
Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of yourself. Because it's only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.
I can't honestly say my writing career is 'larger than (my)self', but I sure as hell am proud of it. I wanted to be a writer and (in the words of the immortal Jean Luc Picard) I made it so. I've never done that before. The pride is getting a bit over done for what little I've written, but still. I made it so. And I'll never forget it.