Six years ago, I retired. Since then, I've spent between 10 and 14 hours a day on my laptop. (No, I'm not kidding, and yes, my laptop has crashed and been renovated several times.) Almost all of that time has been in the pursuit of having a career as a writer. I don't mean "career" as in best-selling, mansion-living, famous author. I just mean someone who writes a number of novels, gets them published, and has people wanting to buy them as opposed to desperately begging for sales.
I probably should have a lot more to show for it considering all the time spent. But I'm slow and particular. I've also wasted a lot of time trying to please others (like agents and publishers).
It hasn't been a total loss. I enjoy the creative life, love learning new things, and like to challenge myself. I've met wonderful, smart, talented people. I've also had the thrill of getting an agent and having a novel published. But I'm still far, far away from where I want to be.
Maybe someday I'll succeed or I'll give up. Maybe I'll stop spending every moment on my laptop and start to live a "normal" life.
Or maybe I'll just check the box that says "Remind Me Next Year."
Do you ever feel you're sacrificing a "normal" life in the pursuit of your writing career?
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