Last Friday one of my co workers left our company for bigger and brighter things. As is customary his line manager gave a sterling speech regarding his accomplishments and achievements during the time he spent with us. It made me feel woefully inadequate until I started a fantasy about what I’d like said at my leaving do. “Debbie is leaving us so she can spend the disgustingly large advance she has just been paid before going on a world-wide book signing tour.” I did say it was a fantasy. But this fantasy did make me reassess how I feel about both my work and my writing.
I do want to be as good at my job as I can be. However, in the past few years I have tried a number of projects, department changes and re-training prospects all of which have fallen flat because my heart hasn’t really been in it. That’s because all these aspirations require the finances and time that I’d rather spend on my writing. This may mean that I am consigning myself to slowly ambling up the career ladder while simultaneously reaching for something else that is never going to happen, but that doesn’t matter. I only get one life and I would rather spend it writing. Writing makes me happy.
Next Friday I will stop being self-indulgent, but until then share your writing epiphanies below. How do you all feel about your day jobs? Or are you one of those hallowed few who has writing as your day job?