Well, you can say what you want about me, but you can’t say I always do the smartest things. You want proof? I quit my job. Yep, in the face of growing unemployment rates and an ugly economy, I turned in my notice. It’s a great job, too, and the company is great, and the people I work with are great. I had benefits… the whole ball of wax. So, why did I quit?
Because as great as it was, it was preventing me from doing what I really love to do, write. I know, right? That even makes it worse. I left a well-paying corporate gig to pursue a passion that traditionally pays… almost nothing. Sure I have books on the market, but I’ve posted my royalties and total books sales on this blog before, and frankly, I couldn’t afford a nice vacation with that money. No sensible person would ever quit and try to live off that kind of money. I’m not even sure if I can legally call it money it’s such a small number.
And that, my friends, is the beauty and curse of having a passion. It can lead you to do both brave and stupid things, often at the same time, in one incredibly enigmatic move. Writing has led me down this path before, but I was younger and didn’t feel the pressure of succeeding (I’ll explain more in future posts). I think I knew I would have options if I crashed and burned. Now I’m older and realize that failure is not an option. I’ve got to find a way to make this work because career options are dwindling for an old fart like me.
I am employed until the end of March. After that, I will be on this blog more frequently, documenting my journey. If you’ve ever felt like leaving your corporate gig to pursue a dream, feel free to live vicariously through me. I plan to once and for all answer the question “Can a guy in his mid 40s leave the corporate world behind and make it as a full-time author?”
BTW – How do I go about nominating my wife for sainthood?