Things to consider before you quit your day Job… Besides Money
What would you do if presented with the opportunity to Quit your day job? Is there anything that might make you reconsider?
About a year and a half ago I had an amazing opportunity presented to me. A job offer that would take me away from the humdrum life of being an accountants assistant to writing full time for a company. The position included writing web content, two blogs, press releases and social media. Needless to say I gave my notice at the job I’d had for seven plus years (during which I managed to write my first two books as well as find a publisher) and everyone wished me luck in following my dreams.
The thing I had not considered turned out to be how researching and writing for stringent deadlines would tap the creative juice leaving a shortage for my own personal use. Six months into the job, my better half asked when was the last time I’d written any of my own stuff? My answer shook me to the core. I’d not written a darn thing for myself since I took the position. Eight months into the job, the company decided to leave the state and I stayed behind. In the shuffle of looking for a new job, I found myself with a scattered schedule and time for everything but writing. Another six months whizzed by and I had little down on paper to show for it.
As luck would have it, my old job had gone through two replacements and was looking again. When I got the call I snatched up the opportunity to go back to work. I have since began writing again.
SO here’s what I figured out about me and my writing habits…
- I need the mundane accounting life during the day to allow my creative side to build up and run amuck at night.
- I require the structure of a day job sucking up all my time to seek out and steal those precious hours required for writing the great romance novels brewing inside me, because apparently left to my own devices I am a huge procrastinator. Who knew?
Now my point here is NOT to tell you what WILL happen if you get the chance to quit your day job. Nope. I am sharing my story to show you that money is not the only consideration, and before you leap make sure you are facing the right direction. Happy writing!
Author, Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants (husband and two teenage boys) she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.
Whether life leads her to a snow covered mountain top, sun dappled forest, or the bottom of a ravine (yes, ditches happen) she always has a pen and note pad ready so wherever the next adventure takes her, she can take notes.
Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a twist.
In the face of zombies, werewolves, and big foot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.
About ONLY LOVE SURVIVES:
Amidst an epidemic ravaging the world, all Megan Fletcher's hopes for the future lie in getting to Las Vegas where newscasts reported scientists were gathering to search for a cure for the modern plague. After rescuing her from a rooftop surrounded by Zombies, Sam Woods appoints himself her escort. While he knows she is determined to get to Vegas no matter the cost, he doesn't know her secret. And with his hatred of all things Zombie, she doesn’t dare tell him the truth. The more he kisses her, the harder it is for Megan to hide her growing feelings…and the bite-shaped scar.
But Vegas is not the haven it was promised to be, and when Megan’s immunity to the disease is discovered, she realizes her future and her heart belong to Sam, if he will trust her. An idealistic school teacher and ex-corporate mogul manage to find love despite a looming worldwide catastrophe. Can their love survive while everything around them is dying? Will they learn that when facing the end of the world, Only Love Survives.
A storm that spelled danger flashed across Sam’s face. He advanced on Megan so fast, she backed up against the side of the Suburban. Planting a hand firmly on each side of her, he pinned her with his arms as well as his gaze.
“What I want? Are you so hard headed you can’t tell what I want?” He covered her mouth with his lips and crushed her clever comeback with an assault on her senses.
Megan pushed him, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he continued to kiss her until her heart raced and cheeks flushed with need. All resistance melted and she succumbed to the warmth of his embrace. Her arms wound around his neck of their own accord pulling him closer while her tongue sought his in a passionate dance, completely ignoring what her heart wanted.
When he finally broke away leaving Megan breathless and wanting so much more, Sam put his forehead to hers and watched her mouth like a drunk watches amber liquid poured into a glass. “You,” he rasped. “I’ve wanted you since I found you hanging from that damn roof, and all our little encounter in the river did was add fuel to the fire.”