For a while now I’ve not been happy with my career trajectory.
And by “awhile,” I mean several years. Heading into a decade actually.
Now technically, I am a writer. I write words. I get paid. I write more words…
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
The problem: I don’t like the words I’m writing.
The other problem: I don’t like what I’m getting paid for the words I write.
The third problem: I don’t like the crap I have to deal with while writing the words I write.
Not liking what I write + Not liking the pay for what I write + Dealing with crap while I write =
A PETER GIBBONS MOMENT
I hope that most of you get the reference to the guy who was the hero of all cubicle dwellers in the early ’00. But for those of you who are not familiar with the guy or the movie in which he appeared, check this out:
This is the attitude that greeted me this morning. It’s not the first time, but this go around it was accompanied with a declarative statement:
I’m done working for peanuts.
I’m done writing about stuff I don’t give a crap about.
I’m done with being too tired to work on writing I WANT to do because I have to work on so much of the crap to make ends meet.
I’m done dealing with clients who do not appreciate what I do for them.
I’m done feeling guilty for crocheting, chainmailling or just watching a tv show and not working at the same time.
I don’t like working for peanuts, for people who don’t appreciate what I do for them anyway so I’m just not going to do it anymore.
So here is my plan:
By the end of next month, I will have my book completed (“From the Minds of my Family” is the tentative title. I also like “Words with Skip and Mary,” but that might be limiting.) and a solid first draft for my online dating book. No idea what I’m going to call it.
I have two clients that I will continue to work with because I actually enjoy working with them. I will seek new clients, but I’m going to be picky.
I’m going to go back to my first love, which is feature writing.
And finally, I’m going to crochet and chainmaille more, hang out with my granddaughter and watch tv….without feeling guilty about any of it.
Life is about to get more interesting because I’m finally going to, you know, LIVE IT!