I finally quit my day job. I knew that pretty sson my job as a goernement contractor was coming to an end anyway, but I decided to quit on MY terms. And it's been fabulous and getting fabulouser
It's hard to explain to folks that I'm not unemployed....I'm finally doing what I've been put on the planet to do all along...doing science and writing about it. And, although I don't get all the so-called purds of "working for the man" I make FAR more per hour as a writer and code-poet....plus I don't even have the expense of a commute any more.
It wasn't a blind leap into the abyss. About three years ago I discovered that I'd made exactly the same amount of money writing about what I was doing...namely electronics "technicianing" than I was making doing the the actual technicianing. After winning the coveted William Orr Technical Writing Award, bestoees by the American Radio Relay League( ARRL), I finally was able to admit to myself that I'm a writer. Of course, I already knew that, but there always seemed to be an asterisk by the title. I'm a writer when I can find the time. I'm a writer and an engineer. I'm an engineer/writer.
Everyone on Red Room knows the story. "What's your real job?" If writing isn't a real job, I don't know what is. We all put in far more hours at our craft than the average civilian can imagine. And of course, a lot of those hours are unpaid....at least at the beginning. I new get paid....well almost....for every word I write. (Red Room hasn't seen fit to pay me for my grizzled sagacity yet).
Is it scary working without a safety net? Of course...but life is SUPPOSED to be scary, and writers are supposed to be the scariest of the lot....whether they're writing horror or math texts.
Causes Eric Nichols Supports
Free Burma Rangers, Partners Ministries (Thailand), Literacy council of Alaska, Access Alaska.