By demand: today's post of #sallyswritingprocess is Do I treat writing like a REAL job?
I used to give people major side-eye when they asked me this, but lately I have come to realise that people are genuinely confused. After all, I work alone, often in my pyjamas, and regularly from bed. There is no one (apart from, occasionally, my kids) standing over me, cracking the whip. And there is a lovely, whimsical feeling about being a writer that simply feels at odds with the word 'job.' Right?
And yet, I do treat writing novels like a real job. Here are three reasons why:
1) I don't have another job (unless you count being a mum, which, of course, is a full-time job. But I, like any other working mum, have childcare.) Last year I was working 4 days a week, and since Clementine was born I've dropped it down to 3. Next year when Clementine is older I'll go back to 4, and eventually, I'll work 5 days.
2. I have deadlines. While I still find this astonishing, people are waiting for my books. My editor, my agent, potentially even some readers. If I didn't meet those deadlines, my writing career would be short.
3. Finally, and perhaps most unspeakably (because for some reason, in the creative field 💵 should never be spoken about)... writing pays me money. And as romantic as it sounds to live on reader love and ramen noodles (I actually really love ramen noodles so no shade being thrown here) I also like money. Ramen noodles 🍜 taste better in a house. With the heater on (especially today). Over to you. Do you treat your job like a REAL job?
My husband says his accountancy job is a cover for his real identity as a budding professional golfer 🏌 🙄 #dadjokes