If you’ve ever glanced by here before, you know what I want out of life. As a writer, I’m not seeking fortune by any means, though it’d be nice to make enough money to pay the bills and keep everything going.
That’s the dream.
A few fun facts about that particular quest:
- To be self-employed would be fantastic. I would make my schedule, determine my workload. I would have the control, no one else.
- As a full-time writer, I could simply write. Whenever the urge hits, I can write. No waiting to get free from a shift or worrying about a drive home.
- I can embrace my hobbies. There’s so much drawing I would love to do. I’ve played HeroClix for years, but, if I were self-employed, I would be able to go to the regular tournaments.
- I would be able to dress the way I would want to. There’s a relaxed freedom in that.
It’s a road with interesting, happiness-filled possibilities. Sure, there would be stress to produce content, but isn’t that what I want anyway? Isn’t that what every writer wants?
Here’s the surprise: That’s where I am right now.
I didn’t think I would be here, but that’s how things have played out. Was it by my choice? No. Regardless, here I am.
Where I live, most people have at least two jobs. For a while, I’ve been doing that, working as a bookseller and working as a writer. I’ve paid my dues in both, built up my experience in both fields. As a starting writer, I’ve had some sales, I’ve made some progress. As a bookseller, I’ve learned a lot about the industry from the front lines.
For now, I get to live the life. I get to write and focus on that.
I’m a rational guy too. I know I’m going to have to get work again, aside from the writing. I have bills that need to be paid while I build the writing further. Luckily, I’m smart and confident. Not only do I think I can find a solid day job, likely with better pay, but I know I can make real progress in reaching out to agents and editors.
As nervous as I may be, I know good things are on the way.