Yowsa. Just as I was finding my blogging mojo (post here, comment there, click on the link, catch up over there, leave (hopefully) witty comment on other end…lather, rinse and repeat), I somehow find myself falling behind again.
Do I post? Sacrifice the scheduled post and visit as many of my sweet commenters as possible? But then, do I read back completely to catch up on the posts I’ve missed at their place? And then do I comment on each and every one so they know I’ve read ‘em?? Poor Kristy…she probably thinks I’ve totally blown her off…I know she mentioned gifting me a lovely award at her place…and the thoughts swirl around and around again.
I’m not sure how many of you are aware that I am a freelance writer. I also consult for an agency that works with special education preschoolers. I have no fulltime job, no medical benefits…no job security.
I write…and I believe I write well. When freelance work comes my way, I also jump. This last assignment was a doozie…and it was all about, guess what? Unemployment. How to increase your chances for landing a job. One of my biggest, most involved, most labor-intensive piece ever. And depressing? Fuggetaboutit.
I have steadfastly, stubbornly held onto the belief that there’s a career out there for me that will allow me to do what I love to do….in the industry I’ve come to adore. My freelance work has been steady…and I’m fortunate enough to be regularly asked to contribute pieces. Between this and my hustling to procure other online freelance work…combined with my consulting, it’s certainly more than a part-time job would pay…but it’s not the coveted fulltime…with benefits....and at least some security. Realize that I love having all those mini balls in the air...a different subject each time I begin a new piece...with every finished article my newest little bundle of joy.
I'm at an agonizing crossroads. My business background goes too far back…my son’s autism left no time for any more than part-time and endless volunteerism for many years. I’ve learned that part-time is still better than none….but how was I to know that my true passion wouldn’t reveal itself until a mere six years ago? I'm clinging to the hope that my future hangs in my ability to convey thoughts, feelings and information through the written word....something I can do now...not something I did in an office a lifetime ago.
I’m not loopy enough to think I’ll make my living authoring the next great American novel…although I, like many others here in Blogville, have begun a project that will undoubtedly take years to complete. (Oh, yeah...the history of Kathrynville is out there, people. Be afraid....be very afraid.)
I guess the big question for me is: Should I sacrifice my love of writing and relegate it to a hobby…to be visited for an hour or so a day in favor of something more...traditional? Am I kidding myself in hanging onto what may be nothing more than a naive, distant dream? Or is there something out there that I’m…missing?
Networking seems to be the ultimate key to finding the information that we seek. And who better to understand my love of writing than all of you? I can think of no better source for this question:
What would you do? What did you do? What should I do? I'm asking you.