Workin’ 9 to 5.
Or, more accurately, 8 to 5. Or, factoring in the drive, 7:30 to 5:30.
When you’re a kid, it looks from all outward appearances that adults have it all together. They go to work, do great jobs that they’re excellent at, they come home. They have solid routines and they have life all figured out.
Then you become an adult and realize it’s not really that way at all. You pull yourself out of bed in the morning and stumble, bleary-eyed, for the coffee. You might choke down some toast before you’re in the car for an hour driving to work. You sit down, click through your email while trying to wake up, and realizing that you don’t really remember the drive in at all. This should worry you, but you’re just too tired to pretend to care.
Then you do whatever it is you do all day. A friend of mine prefers spacing out — I prefer to just power through whatever’s in front of me, as that makes the time pass quicker. I don’t actually even take a lunch, because that’s just one more hour I have to be at work, really.
Then you come home and wonder how your parents made it all look so easy.
It’s kind of the secret dream of anyone who writes to live the Tom Clancy lifestyle, where your books and intellectual property have sold so much that you have your own private island (and possibly a robot army). But really, most writers I know work day jobs and write when they’re not at work, when everyone else has gone to sleep.
But if you had the choice, how would you live? What would you do instead of a day job?
And how are you going to make that happen?