In October of 2009 I walked out of my exceedingly sociable, tedious and dead-end job. Didn't quit oficially, just stopped going altogether. Got into a major melancholic episode in which I wondered just what the hell I was going to do to sustain my body and keep a roof over my head. Around the same time period I discovered my vocation in writing (the aforementioned episode had a hand in triggering that). As of now I have a novel and a short story written, with a novella on the works and the idea for another novel wandering through my head, and about 30 poems finished.
Took a backpacking trip last January through the chilean Patagonia that was, at the same time, one of the most fruitful and miserable (thanks to El Niño) experiences of my life.
My vocation discovered, I still wondered how I was going to procure food and housing for myself. I think I have it solved: two months ago I started a translation and writing business completely unrelated to my main literary activities. Things have been slowly taking off in that regard, but I think I will soon build myself a reputation. Daily, I work from 6 A.M. to 7 P.M. - monday to saturday - on literary and related activities (including the aforementioned business and the learning of the german language, which I took as a serious pursuit four months ago).
Overall, in this as in all other activities I take seriously I have a balls-to-the-wall attitude. I give myself no alternative choices, so for me it is either this (a writing career) or destitution. It may seem extreme, but that's the only way one can seriously pursue something, in my opinion.
Additionally, I help the ANUS by taking care of the Audiofile subforum - sure, that doesn't seem like much compared with the efforts of other people in this organization, but it is a task I enjoy for the fun of it.