Hmmm... do you want the good-days answer, or the bad-days answer? I'll give you both, because I'm sleepy. So ha.
On good days, I figure that in 10 years I'll have somehow pulled enough luck to be making something close to a living out of writing, supplimenting with a bit of odd work if-and-when I need to.
On bad days, I figure that in 10 years I'll be a pathetic shell of a no-one working a deadend job, and unhappily going nowhere in particular. Oh, and probably an alcoholic, since that's an almost-common problem in my family, and by then I'll have given up hope anyway, so why not be a boozer to kill time?
On average days (those rare creatures)? I figure that in 10 years I'll have worked my way up to being a crew foreman at the company where I'm currently employed. And from time to time I'll be pulling in a bit of extra cash from having some small somethingorothers published.
And. Uhm. Sleep now.