Today, I am a writer. Literally.
Today, I start a new job. I go to the same employer (different building, though). I’m just doing different things, at least for a while.
What different things? you ask.
Writing stuff. Communications. Putting my avocation to better use in paying the bills. I am very excited about this, as most of my mortgage-paying activities have revolved around Excel, rather than Word or even PowerPoint lately. Don’t get me wrong. I’m good at what I do. I just don’t think when God made me, He said, “I’m gonna make him because he’s going outstanding at doing that.”
Until today, I hope.
I like writing at work. I like taking an idea and letting it simmer in my mind until I figure out exactly the right way to present it to readers to meet the desired goal. Sometimes it’s easy. “Hey, guess what, everyone gets an extra day of paid leave this year! Yay!”
Sometimes it’s not. My employer is a heavily regulated financial services firm, and I’ve been swimming in the deep end of the compliance pool for a while. No one likes preparing for a potential compliance audit–you’ll just have to trust me on this. But it’s part of the job right now. There’s no good way to deliver that message.
But the messaging–the art of getting you information you need or can use in a way you’re likely to absorb it–that’s what God might have made me to do. And now I get to do it. How cool is that?
The dream of many writers is to be able to pay the bills by writing. Personally, I really, really want my work in progress to be published and make me into a multimedia success story with books, movies, and a profitable website. I’d also like to grow back the hair God has taken from me.
If you work for the man during the day so you can work on your writing at night, does your day job involve writing? Does it add to your work or detract from it?