More than 3 months?

I may have found a way to make money through writing. An aquaintance of mine has hired me to edit some content dealing with real estate investment. This of course I do on my computer and send away. He has given me some great ideas for marketing myself further to others looking for editors and I am going to give it a shot. It wont make me rich but since you don't need alot to live on in costa rica it coule possibly the ticket to prolonging my stay. Of course that is provided I like it there and want to prolong it. I really can't see that as an issue. Sometimes I forget how some things come naturally and others you really have to work for. When something really valuable comes along that you didn't have to bust your ass looking for its like finding a twenty dollar bill on the side of the road, but better because nobody had to lose something for you to gain.
My departure is still scheduled for the first of february next year. My mom is making plans to visit in march and I'm encouraging any and all of my friends to come down as well. A mental snapshot of my life there looks a little like:
A seaside community of small houses and a harbor full of fishing boats and sail boats belonging to people from all over the world. The town will have a market full of fresh vegetables and fruits from the surrounding countryside. I will find a tiny but qaint abode on the outskirts of town and ride my bike in to pick up food and connect to the internet. If I can't be on the beach hopefully I can be close enough to have a view. The townspeople will be a mix of artistic ex-pats and locals. Old men with wide brimmed white straw hats sitting outside store fronts smoking something and little latin women selling homemade clothing in the market. Coffee shops with european and australians talking politics.
Sounds a little idilic but you never know. I'll let you know how close I came when I get there.

Have to make a change

I'm really beginning to dread coming to the office in the morning. I work with some good people but I hate the stacks of papers and I dislike management, which is basically whet my role has become. Although this Costa Rica trip is somewhat dependent on my income from this day job I would rather be doing something I like. A friend of mine referred my name to someone looking for an editor. He needs someone to take all his content and make it cohesive and sensical. He is going to take a look at some of my writing samples and if he likes it I'll start work on his book. It would be the ideal transition and a source of income allowing me to leave accounts and management behind. Hopefully I can ease myself out of this position.

Many months away

Now that I have made the hard and fast decision to move to Costa Rica the actual grind of the planning and saving is setting in. My January departure seems a little optimistic as I need to save $6000 and pay off $3000 in credit card debt (did I really need to invest in brand new snowboard gear and a season pass last fall? the season sucked so bad I went a total of six times, at least I looked really good while I was there right?)
So working at my day jobs pays my bills and theoretically working at the restaurant is my CR money. The amount of tables and people I will have to wait on to earn the $9000 that I need between now and January is a little daunting to think of all at once. Of course I have seven months to deliver $9000 worth of salmon, filet mignon and cosmopolitans. To earn $9000 I have to sell approximately $60,000 worth of food and drink. This is assuming everyone tips me at least 18% ( I have to tip out of course in turn.) It is do-able but my back and feet cringe just thinking about it.
I will probably end up leaving in February or March in order to do it right, but in my head I'm going to stick to the January schedule since january is my birthday and seems like a good goal. BTW is anyone stumbles accross Costa Rica blogs, please forward them to me. I have managed to find a few good ones but none from people actually living there. Back to my desk full of paper now, dreaming of sandy beaches and quiet conversation over chilean wine...