Picking up where my last post left off, I had committed such a careless blunder with my schedule. I had double booked myself with an interview panel I was supposed to sit in on, as well as a phone consultation to go over my script of Dig Down.
I’ve always worked really hard to keep my work and writing life separate. My dream has always been to be a writer, and it was something that I finally realized in 2019 when I published my first book, Dig Down.
At the same time, while I still strive to turn that dream into a career, I have my own career that shoulders the weight of paying the bills until my writing and other pet projects can do so on their own. Its always been important to me to not do anything to jeopardize the career I currently have, because losing it might result in losing both. If I had to find a new job, that would take away from my time to write, and who knows how much a new profession would allow for my passion.
So this was tricky for me, and a difficult situation. I’m not kidding when I say it wasn’t until I wrote this blog post that it even crossed my mind the money I committed to get this phone consultation. At the time, I was thinking I either needed to find a way out of the interview panel, or to ask to reschedule the meeting. In both cases, I knew I’d be coming up with a lame lie that I hope didn’t irritate either my job or the contest judge too bad.
What honestly helped me put things into perspective was the last line of the email that I had shared in the previous post:
‘I’ve attached all the notes and Joe was excited by the script so should look forward to a great call on Friday at 2pm.’
To that point, I was leaning towards taking the call, but it was still a toss up. This one line reminded me of something.
I had submitted my script for Dig Down into the competition for the same reason that I submitted it to an editor when I was recovering from knee surgery. Because I believed in my writing, and I believed in myself as a writer. These are two beliefs I’ve held ever since I was a kid, growing up, writing stories that people wouldn’t see for years, because I was so firm in that belief. These were absolute truths to me.
When I read (and re-read that line) over and over, I saw this double booking for what it was. The universe has given me validation for my belief of being a writer time and again. I got it from the feedback of people I first shared my stories with. I got it from my editor, someone I’d never met or interacted with who could tell just from a few pages I wasn’t like most first time writers. And I get it all the time when people tell me what they enjoyed about my stories. The message from the contest wasn’t just another example of praise for my writing though. It was a test.
It was like the universe was saying “It’s time to put up or shut up. Yeah, you wrote some stories, but your only sacrifice has ever been your free time. What if something you valued was actually at stake? What if you did have to jeopardize the career that allowed for your cushy lifestyle, would you still follow your dreams?”
In short: Do you really see yourself as a writer?
It was the same situation I was faced with: career and dream were fighting for the same time. But with the perspective of this test, the decision was one of the simplest I’ve ever had to make.
I was never going to be on that interview panel.