"Speaking of beach vacations, did you know that ambergris, one of the most sought after substances in the world, is actually semi-digested Giant Squid excreted by a Sperm Whale?"
I did mention being socially awkward, did I not?
Aside from spouting off sea facts after a few drinks, all of that marine-obsession did not lead to a degree in Marine Sciences. I got into biology in high school, couldn't bear dissecting a fetal pig, and that spelled the end of my ambitions.
Fortunately, about that time, I realized that I could write a pretty decent story. And that I was kind of funny. Since I was far too much of a realist to consider making a decent living as a comic, I poured all that unrequited science love into my English classes (evidently still enough of an idealist to believe that I could, in fact, make a living writing bestsellers). No pigs to dissect, only the works of (mostly dead) authors. Easy peasy. I liked it. A lot.
I still do. I was reminded of this today after getting some freelance work from one of my favorite clients.
I mean, yeah, I'm not in the running for any Pulitzers with this work, but damn it's fun. Trust me, if someone had told me when I was seven that I could stay that age forever and get paid for it, my career path would have been diverted years ago. I remember when I interviewed for them, they asked me if I was familiar with SpongeBob SquarePants. I immediately and unabashedly launched into the theme song, complete with the pirate accent.
I love what I do. Isn't that the luckiest thing in the world?