On weekends, I’m a writer.

Monday mornings I go back to my nine-to-fiver and keep my author alter ego under wraps for the next five days.

Now, I love my job, but being wrenched from the dreamscapes I’ve crafted and facing the “normal” work week has me feeling melancholy, conflicted, and torn.

It’s the Sunday Night Split Personality Syndrome. And until I decide to pursue one career avenue over the other – which I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do – the syndrome is here to stay.