Well, if anyone follows me on Twitter, you will recall that I was not very enthusiastic about the outcome of my full-time writer experiment. I’ll get right down to it. I calculated it up and on average I only worked on my writing projects 3.3 hours per day. That is a far cry from the eight hour a day goal I had set for myself. But after taking a couple of weeks to reflect on it and allow the sinking disappointment and inevitable self-loathing to dissipate, I have decided that it is just the beginning. If I give up now, how will I ever improve? And so starting next week, I will begin fresh and I will set a goal of beating my time from the last week. I think it’s definitely achievable considering I didn’t work at all on that Friday because I was packing for vacation. I’m still hopelessly optimistic about the entire situation. If I can improve even a little bit, it would be a huge step for me. So I’m looking forward to continuing my experiment and keeping all of you updated on my progress in the coming weeks! I wish everyone out there a successful week, whatever your goals are. And if anyone has any suggestions that might improve my performance, feel free to leave a comment. I would love to hear from you!
So, I have recently stumbled upon the opportunity to discover what it might be like if I could make enough money doing what I love. In other words, I lost my job. I have decided that I will take one week and act just as if writing were my full-time occupation. I will work an eight hour day, Monday through Friday, and I will concentrate on the various projects that have recently been shoved to the side because of my stress over my job.
I feel good about this little venture. I know that it won’t be permanent (unfortunately, my husband and I do not make enough money for me to sit at home all day), but it will give me a taste of what life might be like for me one day. It’s an exciting prospect.
I’m also a little uneasy. After all, I know how I operate. I start something wonderful and at first I am completely gung ho about it. I throw myself into what ever project I’ve decided to do and I just go to town. Then, when that “new project” smell has faded away after a few days, I generally tend to, well, forget about it. I don’t really give up, per say (such a nasty phrase, “give up”). It’s as if the wonderful idea that I had just a few short days ago is just gradually shoved down the totem pole by the next brilliant idea and the next and the next, until it’s so far down that I forget I ever had the idea in the first place. Trust me, many the diet and fitness routine has gone that route and it is not a pretty picture when I realize what I’ve done. The self-loathing knows no bounds.
However, I believe that this might be just a tad different. First of all, I have a set amount of time committed to the project. I will commence this little experiment on Monday, September the 14th and end it promptly on Friday, September the 18th. The timeline itself is a bonus because I have something concrete to work towards instead of the goal of “forever and ever”. And the relatively short length of time means that the “new project” smell will not have completely faded away before it is time to end the venture (hopefully, fingers crossed). Also, I have absolutely nothing better to do for that week. As I said, I have no job, and I can’t start looking for one until after Sept. 27th (I’m going to Las Vegas with my husband. Yay!). So actually this project will keep me from losing my mind to boredom. That is incentive in and of itself. And lastly, this isn’t something that I HAVE to do or I’ll hate myself for all time. There are a lot of writers who write and have jobs. I might be one of those writers and I might not. I’ll never know until I try it both ways. And I much rather try it for a week and discover that I love it, than decide to do it forever and discover that I hate it.
So wish me luck everyone! I’ll be sure to let you know if it all goes well (or not). We’ll see!