I really wish I hated my job.
Things are really busy at the 9-to-5, so much so that I haven’t been nearly as committed to writing as I should be. I’ve been setting time aside to write, but I’ve been so mentally beat up, I can’t seem to focus when I’m sitting down in front of the computer. If I hated my job, it would be so easy to quit and to find something else less draining. But I’m good at what I do, I get paid pretty well to do it, and I really like it.
I wonder how authors force themselves to take the plunge and commit themselves to writing full-time. Some authors have turned away from very lucrative careers in order to pursue their real passion – writing. I must be a coward, because even if I hated my job, I don’t think I could abandon it to write full-time. I’ll be honest; I like a steady paycheck. I like writing checks and not worrying about if they’re going to bounce. Mind you, a lot of authors that write full-time make enough money so that they don’t worry about bills. But being that Red Polka Dot isn’t on anyone’s best seller list, I don’t see my royalty checks covering much more than a few combo meals from Popeye’s.
I may be a coward, but at least I’m not a hungry coward.