Hello friends and welcome to another wanton week of writing.
I used to love Mondays. Strange, I know. But, to me, they always represented a new beginning. A new chance to do something great. The start of a new chain, a new streak. A new door to walk through if I had but the courage to open it.
Lately though, that attitude has shifted. Perhaps it’s because I’ve actually started to take those steps and now I don’t need any more new beginnings, because I’m already in the middle of a journey. Whatever the case may be, I no longer get excited on Mondays by all the possibilities ahead of me. Now, it feels like I’m fighting inertia.
Who Needs a Day Job? Oh Right, I Do
I think the reason for my Monday morning blues has a lot to do with the fact that now that I have momentum in my writing, getting up and going to my day job feels like hitting the emergency stop button on the treadmill.
Trouble is, I’ve made precisely… 0 dollars on my writing (not including my romance novellas which I enjoyed but did not want to make a career of). Which means, whether I like it or not, the day job is not just a necessity, it’s an intractable fact of my life.
Just like it is for many, dare I say most writers. Just like it has been for me up til this point and will continue to do so for the foreseeable (and likely beyond) future. So why is it bothering me now?
Something, Something, The Hand You’re Dealt
In the end, who cares? What does it matter why I’m suddenly all pouty at the idea that I have to go to work like the vast majority of fiction writers do? It’s not going to change anytime soon regardless, and it’s definitely not going to get better if I’m spending so much mental energy being unhappy about it.
The words are all that matter. The ideas. The desire, the yen to write. As long as I have those inside me, I’ve got gas in the tank.
Until next time, friends!
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