I love being a writer. I think, to some extent, being a writer is all I’ve ever really wanted to be.
When I was young I knew I wanted to tell stories. The idea of a wandering knight seemed too far fetched in the 1980s, but the idea of somebody who traveled around and, rather than actually slaying monsters, got to tell stories about slaying monsters? Hells yes.
But reality is a cruel thing sometimes, and I didn’t pursue becoming a writer until many, many years later. And now I am in the position of somebody who desperately wants to be a writer but can’t currently survive on my writing.
Not enviable.
So I have been looking for work. I have a job already, one that pays some of the bills, but it doesn’t leave me much time or energy for anything else. So the hope is to find gainful enough employment that I can do it on the side while I pursue my writing. Because all I really want to do is write.
The hunt continues. There are no easy answers, and with the economy being what it is (and has been for almost 20 years now), the few answers that existed are often disappearing. Almost impossible to be a tutor any more. Good luck writing part-time or freelance for some publication. And so on, and so forth… all of the standard options available in the years before I tried to become a writer are mostly gone, or incredibly difficult to get into. Can you believe they used to just hire teachers without having to go through two years of university to then become a member of a college to then maybe find work somewhere!? Blows my mind.
Ah well. What can I do but to keep hunting, and hoping. Maybe someday my luck will change.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!