I’ve had this dream since I was a kid. One of my earliest memories is being in the library and getting to pick two books to take home. I grabbed a little white hard-covered Beatrix Potter book in each chubby little hand and raced for the check out desk.
These days the only thing that’s changed is the author. The dream was to someday have my name on the cover of the book.
I’ve been writing part-time for the last three years, keeping my dream in my back pocket because of the benefits of regular employment – you know, little things like a paycheque and benefits and such – outweighed what I could do and earn as a writer.
This year, the balance shifted. I had opportunities for writing that I couldn’t take advantage of while I still had a day job. Choices had to be made. Well, first a helluva lot of analysis was done, then I made choices. I’d been squirreling away money for months “for when I quit working” but I couldn’t afford to quit. I realized that with four potential released this summer and fall, I couldn’t afford not to quit. I had to commit myself one way or the other. Give up the dream or give up the safety net.
The dream won and I quit my office job effective last week. This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision – I’d been creeping towards it for three years. But I couldn’t keep up the balancing act anymore.
So now I have all the time in the world to write and I’m going to make the most of it. I’m not a fan of the phrase “Failure is not an option” because, of course, it’s an option. It’s just not one anybody strives for. (Side note – if one did strive for failure and failed, then wouldn’t that be a considered successful? I digress.) In any case, I have miles to go before I can consider myself a failure. And I intend to take the road to success, one book at a time.