I made a decision twenty years ago.
I decided that I would set creative writing to one side so that I could focus on obtaining what some people would call ‘a real profession’.
Ten years ago, I decided I couldn’t avoid writing any more without some part of me dying, so I started writing creatively again as a ‘hobbyist’.
Being a hobbyist isn’t enough for me.
Having a ‘professional’ job hasn’t gotten me all that I hoped it would. Furthermore, it costs me emotional energy, enthusiasm, and creativity. Having spent those pennies at work, I have little-to-nothing to put into writing projects.
That’s gotten even worse since I started looking for a new (white collar professional) job. I’ve had even less zazz. This is because I experience looking for work to be twice as draining as actually working the job. Writing has slowed to a trickle. Why in the world should I try so hard for a job I don’t actually want to do?
So I’ve decided to give up.
That’s it. I quit. Don’t want to do it anymore. Not gonna do it anymore.
I hereby resign from the world of white collar professionalism.
Enough is enough.
I am going to get a J-O-B that pays the bills that I can do in my sleep. Then I will write my ass off.