Today I officially announce my new career. Being an author.
“What? That’s
crazy!”
Yeah I know. But the
thing is, this is something I want to do.
I love to create, to tell stories, and make art.
After being made redundant, I had a good think about what I
wanted to do. There was also a
significant amount of thinking about what I didn’t want to do. The most important lesson I learned from my
old job was the value of using your time wisely – and enjoying yourself. Life is too short to have an eleven-hour
shift in a boring job just to get some money. After all, what is the money for?
Besides which, other people make their living creatively,
why not me? Most of the time, in
reality, the only thing stopping us from chasing our dreams is ourselves.
So I had a choice. I
could look for another nine till five (or in my previous case, three-thirty
till two-thirty) job, with the hope that one-day I’d get to be an author. Or I could, you know, be an author. When it’s put like that, it seems less
crazy, right?
This should be the point where I produce my “here’s one I
made earlier” novel. Every aspiring
writer seems to have one in the bag already. Well, unfortunately I don’t.
I have the start of at least three – all stories I want to tell, but
none of them anywhere near first draft complete. I also have a collection of short stories, which are nearer
completion, and will hopefully be on a Kindle near you soon™!
It’s a scary thing to announce that I’m going to be doing
this. I wonder who will be looking
forward to reading my stories, and who will be wondering how long it will last
before I get a “proper” job. I’m hoping
most will fall into the first category!
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