*skids into the room, crashing up against a wall in her haste* I know, I KNOW. I’m late. Normally, I’ve got a post all ready and it explodes forth into the blogosphere at midnight eastern on Fridays. This week, not so much. But then again, that brings me to the point of my post this week.
Thanks for sticking with me for this week’s Freaky Friday. Today I’ll be talking with you about work-life balance and why that’s so damned important. I’m about to drop some cold, hard truth on your asses, so gird your loins.
If you’re doing this to make money, you’re almost certainly going to be disappointed.
We’ve pretty much collectively agreed on Naughty Quills that writing is a labor of love. You’re not going to make millions, or thousands.. or even hundreds when you start out. Unless something really huge and earth shattering happens, that’s not likely to change any time soon.
What this means is the following:
- You’re probably going to be stuck with le evil day job for quite some time. (Sorry.)
- In order to write books at any sort of real pace to maintain exposure, you’ll be forced to make some choices about how you spend your free time.
- You will be forced to live with the impact of those choices.
On my down time from my day job, there was a time that I obsessively wrote. I realized, after I did the math at royalty time, that the time I was investing so much of wasn’t really netting me much financially.
The satisfaction of finishing a book that people enjoy is fantastic, but not necessarily as fantastic as what I was missing out on. Real life experiences with friends, family, my pets. Reading a good book. Laying on my ass in my PJ’s until noon on a Sunday.
Shit, the number of times my cat hopped on my keyboard in a desperate ploy for petting was kind of obscene. I’d scritch her ears and set her down. Then I’d keep clacking away at the keyboard. Looking back, I feel like a total dick about that.
Sure, I got a couple more words, but was it worth it? Probably not. Not for me, anyway. I had to change the way that I thought about this whole writing gig. So, for now, writing is a hobby that I try to indulge as I can. I hope that one day it will be a bigger thing, and I’ll certainly keep trying to get it there.
It’s a choice that we all have to make as time goes on. My only advice on this front is to choose and choose wisely. We only get one of these whole life things to work with.