This Year.
This year, I walked away from my day job.
It might be the wildest thing I’ve ever done (I’m very boring). It’s hard to overestimate the level of caution with which I approach life. I’m the gunslinger seat, the flosser, flat shoes, better not. A day job was a given; writing was the thing you supported with the thing you did ten, twelve, sixteen hours a day. But as it turns out, if you sleep three or four hours a night for a decade or so, eventually a doctor will tell you to sit down and make some choices. I had a steady job – nothing to do with writing, but it was there. I had no plans, no backups, nothing in the pipeline. That risk assessment was a no-brainer.
I walked anyway.
And I got fucking lucky. A lot of people took a chance on me in big ways and little ones, and I’ve had some amazing opportunities. I’ve discovered a circadian rhythm that’s better than before but also that no one should tell… Read more »