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-- or at least of the next three years, because Monday is my last day at the day job. As of Tuesday, I'm going FT as a writer. I know that the income from my existing contracts will allow me to do this for the next three years; every day after that is going to depend on what I can manage to sell from now on.
I always thought doing this would feel wonderfully liberating and triumphant. On some levels it does, but it's also scary as hell. I feel a little bit like somebody jumping out of a plane for her first skydive, and not at all sure enough attention was paid to the instructional lecture. Plus, in order to make this economically feasible, I am moving away from my beloved Manhattan and friends here to make a go of it (or not) in Chicago.
But I felt like the time had come to try it, because I knew I could afford it for a little while, and because I knew the likelihood that I could take my career to the next level would be greatly diminished if I kept working only on evenings and weekends. So, here I am. I thought I would post both to give hope to the hopeful (even three years ago, I would never have believed this day would come) and to say how freakin' scary it is -- not that it's not worth it, but I wish someone had told me!
Now -- time to go back to frantically cleaning out my closets. The movers arrive on Wednesday.
I always thought doing this would feel wonderfully liberating and triumphant. On some levels it does, but it's also scary as hell. I feel a little bit like somebody jumping out of a plane for her first skydive, and not at all sure enough attention was paid to the instructional lecture. Plus, in order to make this economically feasible, I am moving away from my beloved Manhattan and friends here to make a go of it (or not) in Chicago.
But I felt like the time had come to try it, because I knew I could afford it for a little while, and because I knew the likelihood that I could take my career to the next level would be greatly diminished if I kept working only on evenings and weekends. So, here I am. I thought I would post both to give hope to the hopeful (even three years ago, I would never have believed this day would come) and to say how freakin' scary it is -- not that it's not worth it, but I wish someone had told me!
Now -- time to go back to frantically cleaning out my closets. The movers arrive on Wednesday.