In 2013 I quit my job. It was a good job. I made pretty good money, and it was very secure. I had the respect of the people I worked with, and I had a fairly free hand in my work. The problem was I wanted more control of my life. Every day I left my family behind for hours at a time. When I got home, I was tired, and often grumpy. Something needed to change.
I’d considered alternate careers for several years and always seemed to circle back to writing. It is a portable skill that has been in demand for thousands of years. Despite conventional wisdom, there are a lot of writers who make good, if not great, money. Plus I knew that I could write when I put my mind to it, so I decided I would give it a try.
It was not a decision I took lightly. Mine was the only income for our family of four. We had some savings to live on, but it wouldn’t last forever. I started in with a will. Every day I wrote 1000 words. I worked on a book that I had been considering for a while. I wrote blog post drafts. I wrote in my journal. The words seemed to flow out of me.
Then one day I had an opportunity to make some money editing a novel. I like editing. It’s a lot like writing, but someone else does all of the heavy lifting. I jumped at the chance. A few weeks later, I was offered a side job doing some training. I still hadn’t made any money from writing, so I agreed to that as well. Without really noticing, I stopped writing for my blog. I also stopped working on the book, and transferred my efforts to setting up a consulting company and a writing services company. Those two were making money, writing was not. It seemed logical.
Later I realized this was a mistake. The thing about writing is you have to share it to make money. You have to put yourself out there and risk rejection. I hadn’t been doing that. Without taking that risk, a writer will never know if they are any good. Without someone to read what you have written, there is no chance to develop a following. You can’t build a market. Without publishing something, putting something up for sale, you will never sell anything.
This post is more of a recommitment than anything informative. I want to declare my intention to write and to publish to the world. I want to let the few people who are following along with me here know that I am afraid, but I am going to start sending out whatever trash comes out of my morning writing sessions. No matter how little I like what I have written, I will share it with you every day. That is my promise to you.
I also have a request. Since I will be publicly showing you who I am, warts and all, I would appreciate some honest feedback. If you like what I have done, leave me a comment. If I am a pompous ass, who is ignorant in the extreme, I need to know that too. I want to grow as a writer, not fearfully hit the publish button hoping that I have offended no one or embarrassed myself.
It is time to put my pride on the shelf and start truly learning my craft