It’s been a month from some bad tv soap opera. Case closed. I’ll appear again more often soon. I hope…
I’ve been trying to find a full time job. In this economy for a person with a simple AS degree in general studies, that’s not an easy feat. Especially when I have vowed never to go back to fast food.
I’ve applied to countless jobs and have only had one interview. Which I bombed. But that’s another story. Obviously, I’m still in my minimum wage extremely part time book store job. I love it there. I just can’t live on it.
Because I have yet to find someone who even considers hiring me, I began thinking. Maybe it’s a sign from God? Yes, I realize, that sounds cheesy. But I believe in stuff like that. I began wondering if maybe it was an opportunity to jump for what I’ve been wanting all along.
Writing full time.
Why not? I don’t have another full time job and I currently don’t have debt or pressing bills. (Though I don’t have a set place to live either…) Why not jump and become what I’ve always wanted to be?
I’m honestly not sure why I didn’t think of this before, but my brain is really that fried.
So I’ve decided to give it a shot. I’ve been trying for two days now. Not much, but it’s a start. I sit at my desk with the door locked and write. Just write. I turn off the internet and set timers. After the timer goes off, I can see where I am and take a break or just go back to writing.
So far, it’s worked.
And worked well.
I’ve doubled the word count in one of my stories. Granted, the story wasn’t very long yet. But hey! I still doubled the word count…
Today’s going to be harder because I have to go to work. I’m hoping my new routine will pay off in the end. Already it’s made me happier and feel more in place. I just hope it lasts.
I’m honestly scared of the commitment this decision has. It’s something I’ve wanted all my life, but when it’s in my reach I get scared. I’m not sure if I’m ready to commit completely yet to writing full time. Which is why I’m keeping my part time job and will continue applying to full time positions. Just not as though my life depends on it.
It’s going to be more difficult than I imagined partly because I don’t have a set place to call home. I’m at the house I grew up in now, but I’ve only been here twice in three weeks. I’ve been living out of a suitcase at either my boyfriend’s house or my mother’s the rest of the time. I’m worried about what kind of repercussions this will cause.
Wish me luck. Send me your prayers.
I really need it.