You probably clicked on this post after rolling your eyes, thinking this was just going to be me complaining about my job or my blog or just life in general.
Yeah, I don’t do that. It would be a waste of both your time and mine to take up space on the internet just to whine about my privilege.
At the same time, this blog exists as a way for writers and non-writers alike to see the real, raw truths of a creator’s life. Sometimes what you see isn’t very pretty. I could sugar coat everything for you and make writing sound like the most fun, rewarding, worthwhile job on the planet, but I’d be lying.
Every job — even writing — has its challenges. And sometimes, in order to face them, we have to look at them from all angles. Question the way we are doing things. Ask ourselves, more than once, if this is REALLY the way we want things to be.
Today, after spending a full Saturday doing what I love — writing about things I love — I am in that place of questioning. Is living a life as a “nights and weekends only” writer really what I want? Is it what I need? Is it what I can handle?
Come along this journey with me as I piece together the solutions to my woes. Maybe there will be something you can take away from it all and apply to your own struggles as a writer.