I may have some wonderful, terrifying, life-changing news. As of Monday, I am officially a full-time author!
I had plans in maybe two or three years to make this a reality but the pandemic changed everything for me and my husband. He went from commuting to a London office every day to working entirely from home. When his company realised that their work force was actually more productive when they didn’t have to sit on a bus/tube/train for hours at a time to get there, they decided not to renew their office lease. That gave us the freedom to move wherever in the country that we wanted.
If you have followed my blog posts over the last few months, you’ll know that we had to move out of London for our sanity. Living in a big city is great when you have complete freedom to go and experience it as you wish. But with businesses closed and the chance of catching the virus particularly high thanks to the high concentration of people, we were forced to stay indoors. Even getting out for a walk meant zig-zagging across the pavement to avoid streams of people who weren’t even remotely interested in social distancing for their sake or yours.
When we started looking for properties, because of the pandemic we knew there was a chance I couldn’t transfer to a different location at my job. So we were left trying to answer the question: is the time now? Should I take the plunge now and try and make it as an indie author?
I’ve learned a lot about self-publishing over the last year by getting involved in projects and taking courses. I am still a long way from being a seasoned expert but I’d like to think that I have a basic understanding of what I need to do to succeed now. My definition of success is paying the bills with a few savings on the side. Major success is defined by saving enough to buy a mansion in New Zealand and hi-tail it out of here.
The short answer is, I am no longer at my old job and I’ve spent the last few days just reading and writing. No hurrying to squeeze an hour in before work or booting up the computer after a ten hour shift from hell. Just getting stuck in to writing a book, no strings attached.
We haven’t long moved into our new house and we’re still receiving furniture deliveries several times a day. My desk is currently propped up against the wall in pieces and there are stacks of boxes in the place I want to put it. So, I’m sitting on the sofa next to my husband who also works from home, before we can get our offices set up.
This last few weeks feels like a dream and I still haven’t woken up. I’m over the moon to be doing what I’m doing right now and I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ve made the right choice. It feels like the right time. We are making a new start in life, so why can’t the same be said of my career?
All the doubts I have are born of fear and I’m thankful for them. Without them, I might be reckless and over-confident. This next few months, caution is my middle name. Taking every step carefully but leaping when it’s necessary. I really hope that this time next year I am thankful I took this chance rather than regretful. But even then, there’s a lot to be taken from mistakes made.
All of this excitement has given me a chance to do lots of reading and I’m already a quarter of a way through the next full-length novel on my list. I’m intending to properly organise my reading list so that people’s review requests don’t get lost in my inbox – those things disappear fast when you’re signed up to every newsletter under the sun.
I don’t even know where to begin with expressing my gratitude for this opportunity. In the coming weeks, I hope I can give you plenty of positive updates about my reading and writing. I can’t wait to see what the future holds!
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