Writing is a writer’s life but guess what. We have family, commitments, day jobs (OMG day jobs) and then…there’s the writing, the editing, the support for other writers, the marketing, the social media, and the round robin of events that make all writers want to scream…STOP!
I’ve got a day job. It’s demanding and high pressure, and as filled with deadlines as my writing life. More than that—it pays the bills. A typical day for me starts at 5 AM and goes until 4 or 5 PM. During that time, I have to be sharp, on my game, and ready to tackle anything. This weekend I worked eight hours on Saturday and nine on Sunday. What, really, you might ask, do you do? Rocket science, brain surgery? Nope. I’m a paralegal with a trust, estates, tax, probate, and litigation practice. Not a lawyer, a paralegal. An underling.
My boss is one of the greatest people on earth. He does not ask me to work these insane hours. Why then, do I do it? Well, he does it, he’s right there in the office working too. And he would never impose on my time, so I know—when deadlines loom (and all of my practices are deadline driven) that it’s my job to do my job. He will and has picked up the slack when I have other commitments. Find me another boss who will do that without complaint or repercussions. When you work for someone like that, you give 110%. It’s only fair.
Did I say my boss is one of the greatest people on earth? He is. He vets my novels for legal mistakes, offers up story ideas, throws me out of the office to handle marketing, understands and gives me leave time to make deadlines. In short. He supports not only my work life, but my writing life. And with every book that comes out, he buys a box and gives them for gifts. Way cool, huh.
But all of this begs the question. When the heck do I write? I have a demanding husband, six cats, and four birds who all have individual requirements. So much for that spare time thing. But here’s the catch. Writing is my job. It’s my second job. I have a contract with Henery Press, I write short stories, I write blog posts and each has an individual deadline. Writing is not a hobby for me. It’s work. It’s how I intend to pay the bills, at least that’s my hope (and my dream—you listening Karma?).
What that means for me is after the day job is done, the cats, husband, and birds fed, the litter boxes cleaned, I am at my desk, plucking away on my laptop for four hours. Yep, four hours. I try to get my social media stuff and blog responses done during breaks in the day, but the meat and potatoes of writing. That requires a chunk of time. So, here I am surfing my keyboard putting words on the page.
Right now I’ve got one novel half way done, this blog post nearly done, a new novel in the percolating stages and a short story for True Story magazine in outline stage. I’m getting ready for a personal appearance the Saturday after this in Sarasota, Florida (anyone going to be near the Barnes & Noble on June 18th? Come and visit, I’m doing a reading at 10, signing books most of the morning and participating in a panel discussion in the afternoon – love to meet you).
Bottom line…if you love it, you will do it. Time is ours to use as we see fit, and to some extent, it’s elastic enough to let you follow your passion!
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