Most of the time I think that writing is a great thing to do. I love it, but I do fight the constant worry that it isn’t a ‘real’ job. I mean, I don’t get a regular wage and I don’t have to work 9-5 every week.
I should mention that my week can actually work out with longer hours and pulling a full 7-day week.
But I still can’t think of it as a ‘real’ job.
I was chatting to a random lady yesterday (I do that) and it turns out that she is a costume designer and creator. She says to me that she has to do all the family bits and bobs, like taking the cat to the vet and picking up kids, because she doesn’t have a ‘real’ job.
This sounded like writing.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, you know,” she said, “It’s because I work from home.” Then she grimaced. “But when I have a tight deadline on it can feel like I have too much to do. I’ve even had to say no to my family before now…”
She’d looked guilty then and I realised that I have felt the same. It isn’t often when I say no to having to do some kind of outing for friends or family. I just do it, no questions. No matter where I am with a book or how much work I have on.
Well, because in my own mind, I don’t have a real job. I work from home…
I thought that this feeling was because I write but it turns out that it is due to the fact that my office is in the back garden. There are loads of other cottage industries that feel the same.
Well, I have decided. Writing is a real job and I love what I do… Now if I can just stick to my guns and show everyone that it is…
That’s the tricky part.