My husband told me about this quote earlier today and it made me smile like an idiot. In the last few months, I’ve seen royalty checks from my ebooks (under a pen name; don’t bother asking what it is) and I’ve finally had money hit my bank account directly from this blog. I ended up using those funds for groceries and Christmas gifts, but it was money earned off of my writing all the same that helped put food on the table and gave me a cushion so I wasn’t worried about rent or other bills. I have been getting paid to spout of nonsense and I couldn’t be happier.
Writing has always been a passion of mine. While I often stumble in conversations or in any public speaking scenario, my thoughts always flow freely when my fingers are dancing across a keyboard. I used to make money in college by writing papers for other students; what took them hours was 20 minutes of easy work for me. I always got As in English classes and could bullshit my way through any test with essay questions. My parents used to task me to write poems for family members for various occasions; one of my poems scored me an A in drama class for a dramatic read, and it was also the last time I ever shared my poetry with anyone. Writing can be very personal for me or a means to an end, but either way it makes me feel passion and makes me feel alive.
I am by no means trying to say I’m a huge talent, a big success, or anything else along those lines. I’m just some chick with a blog who went and threw a couple of ebooks on Amazon and hoped to not be crucified by the general public. I have no idea what I’m doing and no idea what the hell I’ll do in the future outside of continuing to put words to paper in one place or another. As much as I’d love to turn my passion into my career, I don’t know what avenue to pursue, how to start, or even if I possess enough talent to be noticed. The money I’ve made over the past few months is amazing, but it’s hardly enough to keep my family and I afloat.
Before you suggest it, I am not fishing for any compliments here. I know my level of talent and I know how it stacks up against others. I know that people with less talent than me go on to be wildly successful and people more talented than me stay hidden in the shadows. I have no desire to be famous, but I do desire success. My gift is the ability to tell a story, be it 500 words of whining about my day or thousands of words about a personal experience or a dream I wish was reality. No gift should be wasted, so I’m determined to do something with mine.
I was recently inspired by others to do something myself. I need to start taking some actual steps. Submitting articles. Looking for freelance work. Being pushy. No one is more critical of my writing than I am, so I feel confident that I can create some quality material to put out in the world and earn a buck or two off of. And hopefully down the line, maybe five years from now or maybe fifteen, I can leave behind the job I do for money and put my focus into a job I do for love.