My job is pretty new. I've been there about a month, and let me tell you, in the grand scheme of things, I've won the lottery with this job. Going back after time off is always hard in a job, but Monday, my motivation was just down. I didn't want to be there, because I wanted to work on my writing.
I started writing, seriously, when I realised that I didn't have a hobby. That thought seemed wrong to me, and I started thinking about what I could do as my hobby. What do I enjoy, what am I good at? I've always been a storyteller as such, a writer even. I'd started books before, for years, but I'd never get past the first chapter or so. In 2014, something took over me, and I decided it was now or never. Then I wrote Synergy.
I don't know whether it works the same for everybody, but finishing my first novel gave me the writing bug. I could write a book, I had, and I would do it again. The ideas were flowing, and suddenly I had multiple book ideas and not enough time to write them. Even now, I'll be somewhere thinking about something irrelevant, and bam - a book idea.
I've dedicated so much time to writing, and promoting, and everything that comes with trying to be an author. I've burned myself out at times. Still, I know now more than ever that this isn't a hobby anymore. This is something that I really want to do. I dream about being able to do it for a living, to not have to go back to working for somebody else, even though I'm in a great job. Why else would I not want to go back to a great job? The only reason is simple; because I want to do an even greater job.
Writing isn't something I'm open about. Most people that know me personally don't know I write. Only close family and a few friends, and even some of them were told when I'd had one too many to drink. The reason? I think J Cole said it best.
