Life Changes For Freelance Writers… And For Me!
Life as a freelance writer isn’t easy. Sure, I get paid excellent money to sit in my pajamas all day (wait, what?!), but the amount of stress I endure on a daily basis is incredible. I’ve pretty much mastered my craft after writing everything pop culture for the past five years, but sometimes things change. My income stream isn’t steady, wherefore my life can be unpredictable from time to time. I also actually hate people I’ve never even met… people who break rules, copy my article ideas, or just get on my nerves because their name begins with a certain letter that happens to piss me off on that given day. And I? Don’t really hate anyone at all in “real life.”
It’s tough living behind a computer. Especially because I’m great without my computer. I love to be out and about, and I really enjoy making people laugh. My friends? Will totally agree.
And yes, I am a workaholic, and I’m happy to be one. I haven’t really taken one full day off in my career. I work at least 15 hours a day most days. I write seven days a week, even on Christmas. Why? Because I love what I do. And because my job requires me to stay relevant. I also want to be at the top of my game at all times, and I’m fairly competitive. So there’s that.
Bumps in the road are fairly common for someone like me, which is why I’m constantly looking for another basket for my precious (and time-sensitive) eggs. I know, it sounds cliche… but having multiple income streams in this business is key to staying ahead of the game. If you don’t stay ahead of the game? You’re going to get eaten alive. I know. I’ve been there.
This week I sent out my first batch of job applications since before the summer. It was definitely a weird feeling, but one that I’m pretty familiar with. At this point in my life, I’m going after bigger things… and when I filled out my final two apps and saw the box, “Are you willing to relocate?” I checked “yes.” And that’s a major first for me. There are only a handful of cities in the world where I can do what I was made to do… and while one of those cities is wherever I choose to live, the others are far more serious. However, I’m going to do what I love because I’m really freakin’ good at it. And a creative person like myself just isn’t cut out for an average 9 to 5.
So I hope that you can all keep your fingers (toes and eyes) crossed for me, as I decide whether or not I’m really ready to take a bigger step. And while my potential employers decide whether or not to take a chance on someone like me. After so many years of being told I’m not going to make it (thanks, dad), I finally feel like I could. I just need to be given a real chance. I think I’ve earned it.
In other news, my dog Beau might have just landed his first commercial photoshoot ever. My baby boy is scheduled to do a shoot with a high fashion pet clothing company next Friday! We are super excited (you know because he’s the cutest darn thing on the planet), and we hope this leads to more opportunities for him, and for us!
Hey, stardom? One of us is coming for you.