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In 2012, I started working for the family business again and also got a part time job at my son’s school. It’s been a blessing and a set back for fiction writing.
First, the setback. It’s simple. I have less time for writing. I think Malcolm Gladwell was spot on in saying it takes 10,000 hours of work to become an overnight success. I was on track to finish about 1500 hours a year. I have about 3K under my belt. In 2012, I’m on track for about 600 hours of fiction writing. It’s a little disappointing to push this timeline out, but I don’t believe in racing through life towards goals that just lead to more racing around.
So, for example, I almost passed up a trip with Sage and Indy to San Diego next week because it’d cut into my writing time. That would have been silly. I’m young, healthy, and I have an opportunity to take my family out west for a week for little money. You got to jump on that stuff. I can sit at my dining room table and write when I’m 45, 55, 65 and 75. Passing up opportunities to be with my family just to be published at 45 instead of 49 is silly.
Now the good. I don’t consider myself a radical feminist or anything, but I have feminist philosophy built into my psyche from those who sacrificed, came before and rose above the oppression (Mom). I feel indebted. Strangely it’s a bit of an albatross in that the flip of it is that I feel worthless if I do not contribute something to the world with financial value. Unpublished fiction has no financial value. Published fiction will bring in the equivalent of a part time minimum wage job. I can’t blame all of this on feminism, because American consumer Puritan moxy deserves some credit too. Wait, this was the good section.
Point being, working at SageRock and Indy’s school, relieves that guilt and brings more joy to writing by taking the pressure off to make my art into a sellable, respectable product. I am contributing elsewhere. It also gives me permission to take my time (see San Diego).
Now, I ask you . . . what is your art? Is it your profession? Is it a hobby? Do you struggle with the idea of earning cash and bringing product into the world? What would you do if the money was irrelevant?