Despite my promise to post more often, I fail miserably once again. A lot of it has to do with real life stuff that everyone goes through... Money, job, kid won't clean her room, I won't clean my room... Y'know, normal stuff.
It's no secret to anyone who follows me on Twitter that I have a Real Job(tm) and that my fondest dream is to not have a Real Job(tm). Financially, it's just not viable at the moment, but I find myself thinking about it more and more in recent months. I originally thought that if I had a different Real Job(tm) I wouldn't be as unhappy, but you know what? All I want to do is write. And one Real Job(tm) is much like another, when it's not what I WANT to be doing. So I ponder.
I sit and think, what exactly would we have to have for me to just walk away from a set pay check every two weeks, from paid vacations, from insurance/dental/eye care? All of that we get through my Real Job(tm). What is the magic dollar figure that would result in my freedom?
But the more I think about it, the more I realize that quitting work to write full time will probably be much like having a child. If you wait for the perfect moment to arrive, you'll never do it.
Am I going to be quitting my Real Job(tm) any time soon? No. But I've made the decision in recent weeks to slowly but surely start herding events in that direction. A lot of it will depend on some personal stuff going on (which I won't hold my breath for) and a lot of it will depend on what book deals I have in the near future (which I WILL hold my breath for. Till I turn blue and pass out. Really. It's embarrassing.)
Somehow, I feel that 2012 will be a turning point for me and my family. I'm just not quite sure how and why yet. I guess we'll see.