Issues and Subscriptions

My world is in turmoil. I might lose everything I have worked for for the past nine years.

I don't much feel like writing ehn I am in the middle of all this. But it will be great stuff a few years from now I suppose. Even if it all goes differently, there might still be great material in it.

For now, I am just trying to survive day-to-day.

Work

I am putting real effort behind using my writing skills as a job.

I am rather frightened of this because I keep getting told that I cannot make a living off of my writing. But I think they are wrong. I know I can make a living off my writing. I know I am that good. Maybe not my fiction writing right away. But I still intend to keep up with the book.

I am terrified that I will not have enough money for rent and bills this month, or next or whatever, but I am trying. And that is all anyone can ask of me - even me. I am NOT sitting on my ass. I am writing. Hence, this. And I am working towards a real 'job' in my writing career which should help pay some of those bills that are frightening me right now.

As for the fiction book itself, I have drawn up a list of what is going on in each section, and I think this is helpful. But I am writing chapter by chapter over again, adding in and taking out what needs to be where. It's a large job, but I hope that I will be more on course once it is done.

More Optimistic

Ok, so I now have reason to be happy about my writing, although I am not going to say why.
But I can say that I am doing a lot of work on it. I have gone back to my novel and have started a cookbook.

The cookbook shows a lot of promise for being something I love, but no one would ever want it besides me and maybe members of my family. But other than that, I am happy with it. And it's a lot of fun!

I also am bursting with ideas for stories and cookbooks that will sell. So life is good when you are a writer. The only problem I have now is that I am not sleeping at the right times. I worry about that a bit. I don't want to not be able to do my job.

Mostly I am trying something new with this blog. I am probably mumbling to myself mostly, but at least I am pretending that I am accountable as a writer. I am setting goals for this writing gig, too.

I am going to have my novel's rough draft finished by September. It's a lot to do and it feels like a lot of time. But I know how fast a summer can fly by.

I am also going to have applied for some freelance work at least by July 15th. I think it is reasonable time after I get back from my wedding to set up an account and apply to several freelance websites.

I suppose I should be more formal with this blog. But I am just not that kind of person. I am down-to-earth and a realist. I am motivated and can do the work. So I feel that I should be excused for a little bit of trifling here. (But I think I might set up a professional "business" blog instead and possibly not have it associated with this one. Besides - this is my FICTION blog, not my job blog.)

I've also learned some valuable stuff about myself and my past, and I think I am ready to move on now. I know that a job brings n money, but a career is your passion. You're life's work. Work and job are not the same. So I am going to try to get a few jobs, like writing articles and taking freelance work, to see if I can make more money. Because working retail sucks. And I'm trained to do more.

Anyway, that's all I have to say about this tonight. It's very late, and I am finally getting tired. This is what happens when you drink cola too late in the evening people. 4am blogging. It's just not right. . .