I was really struggling emotionally when I went to work at an extremely mundane job after the newspaper where I had been editor-in-chief closed. A colleague from another paper took me out to lunch and told me about how much he had hated teaching journalism when he wanted to be out doing it. He then gave me the words of wisdom that came to him one day while he was getting dressed: “Your job is not your life; it is the subsidy for your life.” I was so entangled in “I am a newspaper editor,” which is the job for which I had aimed my entire career, that I didn’t know how to remember that I was a writer first and foremost.

This blog article contains some excellent advice for us as authors with day jobs (which is how I now define myself).

Meg Dowell Writes

I used to dream about what it would be like to live like a “real” writer.

I assumed I’d be able to get a writing job I loved right out of college, if I worked hard enough as a student, gained the right experience, and proved I deserved it.

But here’s the thing about jobs: They’re hard, and they aren’t always fun. Even when writing is involved.

And that’s the case for any day job. I think it’s safe to assume the majority of adults don’t enjoy going to work. They do it because they have to.

That doesn’t mean all of these people are miserable. Many — especially creatives — likely have something worthwhile to come home to. A hobby … like writing for fun.

There’s one thing no one ever told me growing up that I wish I’d heard daily.

You do not have to love your day…

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