Wow, I even cut out drinking for a whole week!
The actual dead end of my dead end job was staring right at me. Kind of checking me out in a rapisty kind of way. Faced with this reality, for the first time in my adult life I considered going back to school. So I decided to pursue journalism: The Other Dying Industry!
For years I have been told that as a writer I have some talent, and a voice, and this sort of thing. In fact, last summer I freelanced for one of the few growing companies in the country. I had an opportunity for a full time position with benefits. However it conflicted with a tour of Europe with The Bitter Tears, and who would say no to touring Europe?
With more tours in the works, that opportunity has since vanished. So I thought freelance writing might enable me to do both.
I met with my friend Christy. She has been freelancing for ten years now. It is how she makes a living. Christy lent me books, answered my questions, and gave it to me straight. Her insight opened my mind, and cleaned out all the naive cobwebs.
Sitting on her couch I had this epiphany:
* What you like to write doesn't pay
* What you don't really want to write but can, does
Ohhhhhhhh...so this is just like everything else.
The good news is that I can do this.