At work along time ago the Board of Directors were trying to get us all fired. For some reason they decided they could get ammunition by making us fill out a questionnaire on what we perceived our job duties to be. My answers to the questions included references to slithering worm-demons and my penchant for screaming, "Momma!!??" One of my coworkers showed my completed survey to one of the supervisors I really respected and he brought me into his office and snickered, telling me he thought I should be a writer. Then he told me how his daughter was an aspiring author. Up until that point we hadn't talked much.
...you gotta keep the goal in mind, develop tunnel vision to a certain extent. it's hard, and it's not for everyone.
"Daisy, may I ask why you're holding Miss Sybil's biscuit jar?"