My mom and friends constantly ask me why I do what I do. They don’t understand my desire to do this freelance writing thing. It’s often unpredictable, and there are times when I am completely stuck on a story or topic. Commonly known as writer’s block.
I do it because I love to write and I like being able to say I am a freelance writer. For me, those words evoke dream images of working my own hours, research, freedom from the tyranny of a desk job, and the horrible daily grind of a 9-5. Sometimes I have a lot to do, or I will be chained to my work space for a period of time but that is okay, because I am doing something I love.
When I first started along this path, there were naysayers, and society is pretty harsh when it comes to judging those who choose a different path. People will tell you how lucky they think you are or how crazy. Freelance writing is not very consistent, especially in the beginning. With society looking on and judging you for what you do, especially as it isn’t the norm, I often feel the pressure, in particular when I have to take on office type work to meet the bills some months.
But I am learning, and as time goes on, I find my writing gets a little better, and I am getting a little bit closer to finding more and more clients, and being able to support myself fully. For some this is just crazy talk, for me, it’s the ultimate dream. For one day I will be able to tell all of those naysayers and dream crushers, that I was able to make it and officially call myself a writer.
That’s the thought I hold onto, and it is what keeps me going every day.