Fiction? Non-fiction? Both?

800 words for the day-- done! 820, actually. And I didn't have to even pull out any hair. 

I didn't write one of the scenes I thought I would-- the one in which the character dies. It'll be an emotionally charged scene, and I wasn't really feeling up to it this morning. I might do it later in the day if inspiration kicks in. More likely though, I'll probably just finish up the paying work on my plate today. I have a sort of day off, so I'll be doing stuff around the house. 

I've already been grocery shopping and made breakfast. I did get up at 5 a.m., after all. That's so unlike me. I'm usually a night person. Stick around and you'll see.

I spoke to the boyfriend earlier this morning. 

"Should I quit journalism?" I asked him.

"No," he replied. "What else would you do?"

The boyfriend knows I have my moments. He also knows that I'm completely in love with my work. I'm a passionate journalist, and I love being one. It's the freelance bit, the troubles of getting work and being able to do the kind of work I want to do, that I've lately been having trouble with. It's losing its appeal. And quickly.

I still haven't figured out who I want to be when I grow up. I've achieved one dream, some level of success, and now here's this other one. 

Right now, the non-fiction pays the bills and the novel writing is done in my spare time. In a couple of years, maybe it'll be the other way around. I'm not really sure which way I want it to be yet. Maybe 50-50? 

Is it even possible to love both non-fiction and fiction equally?