I was going to do a Valentine’s Day post but…well…I didn’t. I’ve been too busy hanging on to this writing gig by the skin of my teeth.
I think in my last post I questioned why we do this thing and y’know, for the past few days I’ve been thinking about it. The answer I always come up with is that I love to write. There really isn’t anything I’d rather be doing. But I’m coming to the point where because it’s no longer economically viable for me to write fulltime – hey, whaddya know, I haven’t sold anything yet! – I’m going to have to do something else that actually earns me some cash.
You hear of people who take chances and quit their jobs to write fulltime who then, after years of toil, finally sell and go on to make pots o cash doing what they love. I would love to have been one of those success stories. But I am not. I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to spend 3 years writing fulltime but that time is now coming to an end. And it’s a bummer because I haven’t managed to do what I wanted in that time. My craft has improved out of sight and I am writing better than I’ve ever done. But I haven’t got that all-important sale yet.
I guess no one said it would be easy (three years is NOTHING). My words of warning to aspiring writers everywhere was even in our national paper – here! (yes, fame at last, mwwwwahhhhahaa!). And just because I have to get a ‘real’ job doesn’t mean I should give up – though I have to face facts that I won’t have as much time to write as I used to. Maybe it would even be good for me since I tend to be very obsessive about things I like doing and need to break out of it occasionally.
I am sad it didn’t work out the way I wanted it to though. But never say never. Sometimes even I underestimate my own grim determination to succeed. And that determination is still there. Hanging on by its fingernails, but definitely still there.
Anyone else feeling like they’re hanging on by a thread? Or is that me being waaaaay too dramatic again? 🙂