I've often wished I could give up the day-job and write full-time, instead of painfully squeezing in a couple of hours in the early morning. Imagine, I say to myself, the peace, the productivity that would come from the knowledge that one had a leisurely 8 or, hey why not, 10 or 12 hours to just simply write. But at the same time, I sometimes have a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn't be quite so efficient -- that is to say, I'd be even less efficient, i.e. less output per unit time -- if I did nothing except write (which is not to say that I wouldn't jump at the chance if given the opportunity). And behind that is the thought that maybe, just maybe, the day-job has a vital function in clearing the mind and preparing it to secrete the next aliquot of writerly neurotransmitters. If it wasn't there, perhaps I'd need something else in order to write anything worth reading. Related to this is the idea that the day-job is a source of inspiration, and may even trigger the writing career in the first place:
Don’t Quit the Day Job: Chris Ord
Yes, probably all true. But I'd still give up the day-job tomorrow if circumstances permitted!
Don’t Quit the Day Job: Chris Ord
Yes, probably all true. But I'd still give up the day-job tomorrow if circumstances permitted!