I always had the idea I was going to be a writer.
When daydreaming instead of writing I still picture myself sitting at a wooden table, with a window overseeing a secret garden, cat near the laptop, dog at my feet, words coming from everywhere.
This, however, is not reality (not mine anyway).
I have a day job and a ton of other obligations (a relationship, a house, kids, friends and so on) and I used to believe this was the reason I wasn’t writing. But waiting for the perfect circumstances is giving yourself an excuse for not doing what you want to do. And this was exactly what I was doing: making excuses.
The real reason I wasn’t writing is fear. I’m afraid that if I try, I fail.
This is kind of stupid. Because if I don’t try, I’ve failed already. Fear shows me what I’m most passionate about. I don’t fear my day job, because I don’t care about it enough. Fear is showing me exactly which path I’m supposed to take. Not the obvious one with zero obstacles, but the one with the looming shadows and whispers in the dark.
I know which one will make a better story.
The conclusion is that if I want to be a writer I’ll have to:
B. Survive day job
Point A speaks for itself but the second might need some explanation. I don’t like my job, I won’t go as far as to say I hate it, but still. The point is that I need to stop wasting time and energy worrying about it and I’ll have to put it in a more positive light.
So I listed the perks of having a day job. Here goes:
- A monthly pay-check, for basic life needs but also for doing fun things, eating good stuff and going places (I’m a big fan of having fun/eating/travel).
- A work schedule which forces me to create more of a schedule to write.
- An answer to the most common of questions without having to mumble something about wanting to write novels. The dreaded“So wat do you do for a living?”.
- Seeing people in everyday life (better known as: stealing parts of their life for fictional use).
The best thing about my day job?
It reminds me of what I should be doing instead.