Gotta Love the Day Job

When I was a kid, I would write story after story and dream about being the next Anne Rice. (Don’t hate, back then she didn’t suck yet.) I had little desire to have a ‘regular’ job, so I wasted my time in Uni studying things I didn’t really care for, and things I did for no practical reason.

If I’d known then what I know now, I would have gone for the degree in Linguistics, since the degree I did get has not been used at all either. Might as well have learned things I really would feel better about myself knowing. But hindsight is 20/20 and I rather prefer Armand’s philosophy, that “we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.”

So here I am, ten years later working as a billing rep for an insurance company. It’s miles away from the glamour I imagined as a kid. But since moving to the states I’ve made acquaintances in the writing business, and I’ve come to realize that there’s only a few Anne Rices and Neil Gaimans in the world. Most other authors in my genre have day jobs.

I’ve tried to leave Cubicle Purgatory before only to end up selling cars for three months. While there was a lot I enjoyed at that job (fun with co-workers, the ability to move around instead of being tied to a desk, driving fun cars) I actually hated the process of trying to talk people into going into debt for 6 years. Not because I didn’t believe in the product (I do drive the make I was selling), but because I don’t have that salesman personality.

But what really made the job difficult was the fact that I never really knew how much money I was going to bring home each week. And I suppose writing is the same, from what I’ve heard. It depends on advances, royalties, and blind luck. It’s taken a lot of soul-searching, but I don’t wish to live like that.

Which is not, in any way, shape or form, to be taken to mean that I will not be writing and publishing stories. I’m just okay with not quitting the day job anytime soon.

This feeling may be mostly inspired by a recent promotion in the Cubicle Farm, but hey, you take what you can get. Sometimes I think of being one of those old timers who’ve been working at my company for 30 years and I shudder. But part of me thinks, it wouldn’t be so bad. I hate starting over in new companies, and at least I’ve a decent gig with decent pay. What more can I ask for? I have a job.

In other news, check out my buddy Ingrid’s new work in progress, Rayne: The Third Seer and join the beta team!

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