#InkRiples: Writing as a career or hobby

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Okay, so it may be almost the last Monday of October (ummm, where has this month gone??), but I'm still managing to get this post in. There's a good reason for that: this is a topic that's been on my mind quite a bit lately. Is my writing a hobby? Is it more than that? Could it be more than that? See, here's the thing, I have a career. One that's been blossoming lately and really taking over my life (often in a way that I am exhausted by--I struggle deeply with a work-life balance, especially as I work for a university that keeps demanding more and giving less). In a nutshell, I sequence dead people's DNA from dead people that are really, really dead, often for hundreds or thousands of years. And I love what I do. I absolutely adore my labs and my teaching, and my students. My university...well it could Me, in the lab :)go find itself a steep cliff, but oh wait, it's already doing that by strangling any hope and happiness amongst its faculty and employees...
Off topic. Sorry. I could rant about work frustrations for hours, but won't bore you.
So, yeah, I have an awesome career, one I've worked incredible hard for. One I love. But writing is a part of me, too. I've been writing for nearly my whole life and it's a part of my soul. And yet, yet...sigh. It's one that I often let slip by. I eek out time for words on the weekends, on evenings when I'm not too exhausted (which lately have been fewer and farther between), and when I just can't ignore the characters any longer. But I wish for more; I wish I could make a career out of writing. But, I'm nothing if not practical. I know that I couldn't afford to live off my writing. If I hit the NYT bestseller list, maybe, but I know that's not in the cards for me. I'm not that good, and I don't have the time now to devote to getting better. 
So, yeah, writing has become a hobby. And a little piece of my soul dies when I think of it that way. But, I can't magically get more hours in the day, nor can I clone myself yet, and I certainly can't expect my university to fund a few more graduate students to help ease my load a little. So, I'll write when I can. I'll make the most of my hobby. And enjoy what I do of it so that someday, I'll be able to have a little more time and maybe be able to say that at the very least, I have two thriving careers.
A girl can dream, can't she?
What about you? Career or hobby? Or maybe a bit of both?