The time has come — I need to start earning money. Need and also want. I want to earn some money. Not because I feel less of a person or contribution to society if I don’t, or because I’m bored of being a stay-at-home mother, or because my husband is pushing me to. But it’s time to start thinking about my future and what I want out of life. Having a bit of extra money and paying off our existing debt (which isn’t much, but impossible to pay off on one salary) would be nice, yes. But more importantly, I need to start shaping together the career I’ve been dreaming of. I’m been talking the talk and writing the words for years. Now it’s time to walk the walk and buckle down to the job of self-editing, self-criticism and self-promotion. It’s time to open myself up to inevitable rejection and face my demons. It’s time to become a (paid!) freelance writer.
I love my Londonist gig, don’t get me wrong. Great site, fantastic people, wonderful writers. I’m on the staff page now, officially, and it’s going well. I’m writing 2-4 articles a week for them and enjoy it immensely. It’s fun and interesting and great practice. But it’s not exactly the ‘real thing’ so to speak.
By the end of 2007, I will be earning money as a freelancer, doing what I love to do. I don’t say that to be brazen or cocky, I say it because if I can’t say it, how can I ever believe it? It’s time to stop dreaming and start believing. And most importantly, acting.
First stop — research. Books, resources, online communities, how-tos, professional advice, et al. I’m looking at buying these two books to get me started and hope they kick my ass into gear. I’ve also got a list of resources to tap into and enquiries to make to get me started. Motivation to do all of this on top of my existing obligations, to Londonist and to my family, is key. Wish me luck!