And two months from now someone in my life will tell me they knew I was making a stupid decision. But that’s ok. Because if I don’t try this, then I’ll never know.
I’ve decided to focus on writing for the next two to three months. I’ve been fortunate to have a lot of downtime for writing the last year and a half or so since I started this adventure, but always in the back of my mind was my day job. And when I’m in Colorado it’s in the background ten hours a day, five days a week no matter what.
There’s a very real possibility that in two to three months when I realize I need money and try to go back to my day job that they’ll laugh hilariously, pat me on the head, and say something like, “Oh, aren’t you cute! To think that we’d want to work with someone who clearly doesn’t prioritize us over everything else?”
(Hopefully I’ve built up enough credit through the years that that doesn’t happen, but there’s no way to know.)
And, yes. I’m aware that most people work at their day jobs, balance their family obligations, save orphans, and bring about world peace all while breaking into writing, so I shouldn’t NEED to do what I’m doing. But I want to. I want to focus on this exclusively so I can tell myself that I put everything I could into making it happen.
(I’m probably putting WAY too much value on that personalized rejection, but I also feel that that story, the other one I have out at a top magazine, and the one I’m working on right now all have that special something. And I want to catch that and develop it while I can.)
(Not that I’m not also writing about really weird ideas at the same time, of course…Now. If I can manage to merge those two…ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!)
So, wish me luck!