Six days until….

My last day of teaching ESL is on February 19, 2016 and  I can’t wait to be free from the chains!  I’ve decided to leave my traditional job and become a full-time writer for good until I can’t afford to buy food for my kids.  I should say that I have a big safety net aka my father.  My kids and I will live with him while I finish writing my first fiction series.

I’m excited but I’m also a little frightened.  It’s scary jumping into the unknown world of not having a steady paycheck every month, but the little voice inside of me keeps telling me to take the plunge.  Sometimes, I think that little voice is a million times more wiser and smarter than me.  She’s not scared at all and says that everything will work out.

You’re probably curious what my plan is and it might sound unrealistic to some, but that’s where my faith is kicking in and telling me that I got this.  First, I’m going to finish the second&third books in a visionary/paranormal fiction series I’m writing.  Then, I’m going to dust off one of my screenplays and enter it into a few competitions.  Once summer arrives, I’ll delve into the freelance writing world and stay there until my novels and screenwriting can pay for my lifestyle.

The next four months I’ll be stuck in writing/rewriting heaven, but I’ll be sure to keep this site updated.  Be sure to stay tuned and see how I’m trucking along^^

Time

Time….It’s the one thing in life that doesn’t wait for us.  There’s a never ending race to accomplish our chores/activities/goals based around how much time we have or don’t have.

I’m amazed at how much time I used to squander away.  Before I became a mother of two children under the age of five, I had so much time but I hardly spent any of it writing.  Every morning, I lazily woke up, took a shower, got dressed, and went to work.   Over the past 15 years, my “work” has morphed from a temp agency drone to a customer service representative to an executive assistant and finally to an ESL teacher.

When I got home from work, I only wanted to decompress and prepare for the next day.  On the weekends, I was out and about in whatever city I lived in hanging out with friends/family/lovers.  Rinse and repeat these actions and voila, 15 years has passed since I decided I wanted to be a writer when I grew up.

In the back of my mind, I was a “writer” who couldn’t follow my real passion because I had to pay the bills and I didn’t have enough time  to do it all.  It’s easy to push a dream to the far away land of your subconscious. You tell yourself that not many people make it in this artistic field.  You’d be lucky to sell a thousand copies of your book or sell one screenplay at best.

You convince yourself that it’s easier for people who want to have more tangible careers because they can go to university and actually get a job upon graduation in teaching, medicine or the law.  But an artist doesn’t have the same odds.  Upon graduation, we start a fake job and try to do our real job on the side.  And some of us really do make it. The ones who persevere and do both jobs at the same time waiting for the moment when preparation meets opportunity.  But the rest us, we tell ourselves that we’re simply shooting for the stars because it’s a lot harder to face the reality that we’re not using our time wisely to do the impossible.

I should say that I did write a little during the past fifteen years but not nearly as much as I could have.  I completed two screenplays and started about a dozen others.  I probably started about five different novels but never made it past the first chapter.

Then, something tragic happened in 2011.  My mother lost her battle to diabetes at the age of 62.  When she died, I finally realized that I was almost out of time.  Sure, I was only 33 at the time, but at the rate of my productivity, I would probably complete one more screenplay and start five more different novels by the time I’m 59.  I decided it was now or never.   I started writing regularly even though I ironically had less time with a shiny newborn by my side.  Between working and taking care of my children, I wrote another screenplay and a novella in three years.  I’m not saying that’s an amazing amount of work, but for me, I felt like I climbed Mount Everest.

So, here I sit, thinking about how to prioritize my crazy schedule to increase productivity because time doesn’t stop for anyone~~