I forget sometimes.
It’s hard even in the best of times to carve out time for writing. I’m not someone who can write at home. There’s too much to distract me here, the kids and the animals, the things I want to be doing, the things I should be doing. And the last few years have been far from the best of times. Most days it’s been all I could do to cling to sanity. Creativity, let alone the time to actually write, has been an impossibly faded but well-loved dream. It’s why it took me so long to get this blog going. As much as I wanted to do it, I just didn’t have the wherewithal to make it happen.
But a couple of things going on recently are serving to remind me.
A job posting went up at work a couple of months ago. For an entry level medical writer. I didn’t have the academic background (no life science degree), but all the rest I knew I had, with the added benefit of knowing all of the processes and systems the writer would use (my current position is a step in that process). So I applied, not even sure if they would consider me without the qualifications. But they did. Fortunately for me, the senior hiring manager is actually my career mentor, and I had talked to her back before Christmas about what possibilities for advancement there were for me in the company, so she already knew where my head was at. I’m not sure if it was that or my own sparkling personality, but they let me do the writing tests. And I did well enough on those that they actually interviewed me. All in all, a very validating experience, and I knew even if I didn’t get the job, I had enough confidence that I would apply again, and again, until I did.
I didn’t get the job.
They really liked my writing, and didn’t want to lose me. So they found a way to hybridize my current job to let me do writing and develop my skills and certifications so that when the next position comes along, they can justify hiring me. Let me tell you, that feels pretty damn good. No, I won’t be getting paid as much as I would have as a full time writer, but I am going to get paid more, enough to be able to quit my second job, which really was all I’d wanted in the first place. And my association membership and training classes will come out of the professional development budget instead of out of my own pocket, so double bonus. So I will once again be a professional writer.
The second thing was more recent and if anything a bit more out of the blue.
Nikki and I have a couple of novellas out with Liquid Silver Books. There was a series a couple of years ago all of fireman inspired novellas that were paired up and released together in one book. Now they want to reissue each novella individually, and they need new contracts. So the senior editor was in touch and got me my new contracts, but I realized it had been so long since I’d had a contract with them that they didn’t know I’d gone back to using my maiden name. When I let her know, I joked that I needed to make up for that by getting her something new. “Oh, that would be great! I’d love something new from you!” Well, consider me gobsmacked. To be honest, I didn’t think they would care. My bestseller (over 1,000 copies) came out from them, but everything since has had pretty lackluster sales, including the magical (literally) threesome series that Nikki and I adore most ferociously. Our main editor had moved on to other pastures, so I didn’t think we were still even on their radar. To find out that I was was pretty damn good for the ego, I’ll admit. “Well, I do have a contemporary, medical, biracial threesome in revisions now, if that was something you’d want.” She wants! And not only that, I can sidestep the regular submission process and send it straight to her! So now I have two weeks to get this book done that I’ve been struggling with for like five years, the last 2-3 of which have just been because I was so sick of it I hated it. But suddenly, I don’t hate it so much.
So, yeah. I really am a writer. I love doing it (even when I don’t love it at all), and now I’m going to get paid to do it, and talk about doing it, which means writing more, which will encourage even more writing. Writing begets writing, which was what I’d hoped when I committed to doing this blog regularly.
Guess it worked!