As I posted earlier today, as soon as my contracts are finished, I will be ceasing my work as an editor, with a few rare exceptions. I suppose, considering 2/3rds of my time was occupied with editorial work, I was a full-time editor rather than a hopeful novelist.
This won't happen until January 2015, but I'm already feeling the relief from no longer having to edit. It's liberating. I'm going to spend the same energy and enthusiasm as always on my clients, but in 2015, I'll be working for myself first of all, and editorial as a beloved side project… not as the support and lifeblood of my novels.
I'll still edit for a few clients, those who are understanding of my true career choice, and are flexible enough to work around my schedule. But it won't be the soul-sucking job it has been lately. Don't misunderstand me; I have enjoyed editing. It's a great job.
But it's a creative job, and I've given so much of myself to others that I haven't had a lot left for me. That's a huge problem. When I can't write because I've exhausted myself working for my clients, it isn't going to work. When the basement disaster happened, I dealt with that, and worked for my clients.
I didn't write anything for me.
I wanted to release four novels this year, but I ended up spending more time working on client edits than my own stories. I'll end up releasing two. Next year will be better. Most of my attention, most of my hard work, will be on my stories. The sky is the limit, and I'll be able to do what I love most: Write my stories.
There will be a lot of challenges ahead of me, and a lot of reasons to be worried and stressed out. My royalties will be expected to pay for all of my novel work after funds from my indiegogo and current editing work run out. I'll be entirely dependent on my novels succeeding to keep writing.
But, facing facts… I was more of an editor than an author.
It's time to do what I need to, and spend the vast majority of my time writing.
I'm looking forward to it.
But such a venture isn't without fear, and a lot of it. My husband is supporting this shift… so long as it doesn't harm our household finances. With the current household disasters, our ‘finances' is a bit of a joke, but we'll recover, in time. With a little luck, and hard work on my part, maybe my novel writing will really take off and be able to pay for a lot of the problems with our home.
Including the brand-new issue of smoldering electric wires in the upstairs. The entire upstairs floor has to be rewired. Bye-bye, $7,400.
When it rains, it pours.
But at least I'll be standing out in the storm doing what I love most.
It'll be hard, but I can live with that.
I can't live without being able to write.
The future is uncertain, but at least this way, I'm grabbing the life I want by the horns, rather than allowing myself to work my way out of what I really want in life.
It'll be interesting. I'll just be buckling in for rough days ahead, but at least I can write.
And to me, that's one of the most important things of all.