I am finally going to work on my writing career
Mar 12, 2015 15:04:04 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 15:04:04 GMT -6
Today decided it. Today, during the .0000002 seconds we get to have between calls (they took away our ability to put the auto-dialer/incoming calls on pause to wrap something up or drink some water or whatever) all I could think of, when I ever had time to think was 'Oh, gods. I wish I could be writing." It was an honest and intense longing. It wasn't a moment of "Oh gods, I just wish I was home because I am so sick of saying the same greeting and same crap 50-120 times a day and so sick of dealing with the public and Urrrrrgh" though there was some of of that.
I barely have time to think, and if that sounds extreme, imagine that whenever you even start to form a coherent thought about anything that someone makes a loud, piercing 'BEEP!' in your ear. Now also imagine that your job manages to combine incredibly busy and insanely boring at the same time. I don't hate my job. It isn't ideal, and I'd much rather do something requiring brains and stuff (a dead guar could do this job) but really,today I hate that point where I said, "I really, really wish I could be writing right now" and could finally admit to myself that for the past 15 years, I've wanted to make career out of it. As grateful as I am for my job, I've done phone work since 2011 and I am heartily sick of dealing with the public in any capacity.
It's been slowly creeping on. Lately I've begun to care far less about feedback (though of course I enjoy it and all the comments) and started seeing it less as a yardstick of knowing "I really am a good writer!" and more of "I enjoy knowing people like my writing/screenshots/whatever" which is going to be vital. but today was the full-fledged incident of "I could be working on my goddamned career" and not"I could be playing Skyrim drooling over Zade" or "I would be gabbing with my friends" or "I could be doing another raid".
It was "I wish I could be at home to write."
I can't speak for everyone, but for me this was the moment that said, "Well, time to get busy and finally do it."
So I might not be around quite as much to make the forums melt. I think I've been posting way too much here anyway, in the sense of "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" and not in the sense of "Everyone's getting sick of me and my stuff
". I'm not going away foirever, and I'll still be burning up the forums, just not as much
I barely have time to think, and if that sounds extreme, imagine that whenever you even start to form a coherent thought about anything that someone makes a loud, piercing 'BEEP!' in your ear. Now also imagine that your job manages to combine incredibly busy and insanely boring at the same time. I don't hate my job. It isn't ideal, and I'd much rather do something requiring brains and stuff (a dead guar could do this job) but really,today I hate that point where I said, "I really, really wish I could be writing right now" and could finally admit to myself that for the past 15 years, I've wanted to make career out of it. As grateful as I am for my job, I've done phone work since 2011 and I am heartily sick of dealing with the public in any capacity.
It's been slowly creeping on. Lately I've begun to care far less about feedback (though of course I enjoy it and all the comments) and started seeing it less as a yardstick of knowing "I really am a good writer!" and more of "I enjoy knowing people like my writing/screenshots/whatever" which is going to be vital. but today was the full-fledged incident of "I could be working on my goddamned career" and not"I could be playing Skyrim drooling over Zade" or "I would be gabbing with my friends" or "I could be doing another raid".
It was "I wish I could be at home to write."
I can't speak for everyone, but for me this was the moment that said, "Well, time to get busy and finally do it."
So I might not be around quite as much to make the forums melt. I think I've been posting way too much here anyway, in the sense of "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" and not in the sense of "Everyone's getting sick of me and my stuff
". I'm not going away foirever, and I'll still be burning up the forums, just not as much 
