Hang on… where was I? Oh yes, the part where this marathon to become a writer is becoming tedious. Recently ( and by that I mean two minutes ago) I looked at what I had written under the tab “Issey Q” and how this blog is all about my – oh horrible word – journey to become a writer.
Quick evaluation shows that updates have been sparse lately: mostly because I have actually been writing for websites or for projects. So I would say that I have become a writer of some sorts. Hoorah! Some would argue that if you look at it that way, I always was. (yeah yeah, whatever…)
Thus, am I ready to wrap this blog all up then? Ehm not quite. It still feels like I am not finished yet: I am writing but I am not getting paid.
Now, not getting paid for my writing is really more a pragmatic problem than an egotistical one. I like writing and everything that comes with it. Having said that, I need to live.
I am done with living on people’s floors too; as much I appreciate everything everyone has done for me over the last nearly year, I know this writing malarkey needs to turn into something more sustainable.
I was going to write something about how I have been looking for writing jobs and why I keep holding out. Make brave statements about money vs. dreams. However, I’m also done with justifying my life choices to everyone so I will only share the adjusted focus of my quest a little:
This is my account of my – oh horrible word – journey to become a paid writer, so I can afford my own space, somewhere to return to from my travels and just live my life happily: I want to be a travelling storyteller with homesickness.