Writing is not a hobby for me. Writing is my career. Unfortunately, this career currently pays me about $5 a month. So if I want to eat, and have a roof over my head, and internet service, and a little money to tuck away, I have to have a day job. So many people at my day job are career minded. They have a Plan, or at least a good idea of what their next step is. When they ask where I see myself in five years, I joke, “Still employed.” My managers ask me what other positions I might be interested in, and I have no answer for them. I get bored easily and I wish there was something more challenging I could do. I get little projects here and there, sometimes they’re even interesting. But I’m coming to terms with the fact that I will probably never love my job. Not until that job becomes writing.
Sometimes I get a little crazy and write out projections of how much I would need to earn per book per month with a certain amount of books on the market, and compare that to how many books I could reasonably write in a year. Then I hypothesize acceptance rates for submitted books, put all that together, and come up with possible dates for earning a full time income.
Yeah, I can get a little obsessed. I don’t even like math.
I don’t hate my day job, really. It’s the best job I’ve ever had. But I spend an awful lot of time wishing for the day I don’t need it anymore.
(Now it’s time to go guilt trip myself about not writing the past three days)