Ain't Nothing Gonna Break-a My Stride
(and that bit about slowing me down, oh no)
|Category: Work||Mood: Determined||2:28am Saturday, April 26th, 2014|
I don't require writing to make me rich. I don't expect it to make me rich. I'm not going to lie, it would be nice, and I wouldn't turn the money down if it came my way. I would be happier with more money.
We can lie to ourselves all we want and say that money can't buy happiness, but it can erase a ton of worry about where next month's rent is coming from, which goes quite a long way towards achieving a state, at least approaching, happiness.
That said, I do want to make money off of my writing. Because I need money to live, and I need time to write. I have so many projects I need to finish, and I have no time to finish them because I have to go to work in a warehouse to keep the lights on and the gas burning and the water running, and, ultimately, ensuring a roof stays over my head. I also require sleep, and I need to take time out to do human things like laundry, cooking, dishes, and changing the catbox, and mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, and keeping the yard clean of the insane amount of neighborhood trash blowback so we're not mistaken for a crackhouse.
All I want to do is to create, and in my free time, enjoy the creations of others. Novels, shows, movies, comic books, photography, paintings -- all the most important things in the world. I need time to enjoy those things and time to spend giving back, so others may enjoy my creations, and so that I may enjoy my own creations. That is all I want from life. I don't feel it is too much to ask. I don't feel it is an unrealistic aspiration.
I am trying to re-edit my finished novel (constantly tweaking and will continue until I get a submission request and have to leave it be
for a bit, though, honestly, I'll probably have a draft I keep playing with even then), finish the last 80 pages of my dysphoria manuscript, rewrite and update the novel I started in my early twenties (because it never deserved to be abandoned and deserves a proper ending), write the new novel I've started, write the first couple books in the young adult series I have planned, write the sequel to Voices In The Rain, and design my political pig cartoon for YouTube. All I want from creating this stuff is enough to pay my bills, keep myself fed, put food in my mouth, and allow me to put some money back to ensure a secure future.
So, these things are my focus. These things have to be my priority. Juggling them is hard enough. But they are everything I've ever wanted for myself, and they aren't going to just happen. I have to make them happen. I have to force them, and hammer them into shape, and I have to give them everything. My creations are my children. They are what I will leave behind in the world when I leave it. And, forgive my vanity, but I want to leave as many children as I can, because each one has a different voice, and each one has something different to say, and even if you don't agree with them, I think they at least deserve to be heard.
About Kevin Dicks
I work at a company doing something for a living. I hate it from the deepest depths of my soul.
All I want out of life is to be able to earn enough to live comfortably off my writing. It is my one, singular goal: Make writing my soul source of income and live comfortably.