I have skills, but sometimes I feel utterly useless when it comes to the working world. There aren’t a lot of full time jobs for Layout Artists, which means there’s little to no advancement. I have a good job and I’m good at it, but both the public service and private industry are moving away from print layouts and going straight to website. It’ll take a while before I’m completely obsolete, but it is inevitable.
I got my Pension Statement today. I can retire in 2039 with penalties or 2044 without penalties. I’m lucky that I was hired before they bumped the retirement age by 5 years. So in theory, I’ll be able to retire between 56-61 years of age. Those numbers are scary for me; both my parents died before 60. My plan is to live until 90 so I can yell at kids to get off my space lawn, see the 200th anniversary of confederation, and the 100th anniversary Doctor Who special.
My dream is to make enough money from writing and freelance work to never need to retire. I want to love my work so much that I’ll gladly keep going until I can’t anymore. I’ve been at this seriously for just over 5 years now. It’s a slow business but I’ve:
- written 5.5 novels, four of them that I’m proud of;
- updated my blog regularly for 2 years.;
- written dozens of stories;
- designed two role playing games;
- received rejections from 8 book agents, 3 book publishers, and a dozen magazines or anthologies
- received one conditional acceptance from a book publisher;
- made lots of friends that understand (and some that don’t);
- and drank enough coffee to fill several Olympic pools.
I have a lot going for me, but sometimes it’s important to list the things I’ve done, if only to prove to myself that I haven’t been idle or wasteful.
One of the issues with writing, or any other creative calling, is the constant fear that you’re wasting your time. Even when you succeed it’s not perfect.
It’s not always easy to have faith, especially when the odds always seem against you. I know I’m a good writer and I know my stories are fun. All I can do it keep working and hope for the best.
I’ll get there! (Hopefully before 2039)
Thank you, my imaginary and not so imaginary friends, for everything, but mostly thank you for listening.
In what dramatic way would you quit your job if you could?