I'm about to become a writer full-time.
Forty hours a week, butt in chair, sitting in an office, no one asking me to get them juice or if I can put Jessie on.
Like most of my crazy ideas, my sister was involved.
We're having a beer on a Friday evening after I've had a meltdown. I haven't written all summer...in fact, I haven't written much since finishing Crossing in April. I have two books plotted - Frayed (Penny Black #2) and Diving In (a companion to Crossing), but I hate every idea I've ever had.
Yeah, I'm in one of those moods.
"You should hire a nanny," my sister says.
Like it's a thing I could do.
Like people who work from home hire nannies all the time.
maybe they do?
I've been calling myself an author for two years - since I became the sole breadwinner. But I've never really had a schedule. I write in ten minute increments and have learned to shut out the sounds of the television and my children fighting until...the scene is done!
Do I even want a schedule? Can I produce under a time construct?
I hesitate for the length of a swig of beer and then sign up with Care.com
By the next day, I had fifteen people who wanted to watch my kids while I worked.
While. I. Do. Nothing. But. Work.
I'll admit, I'm a little bit scared. What if I just sit in my office and stare at the wall all day feeling useless because no one needs me to get them juice or put Jessie on?
Of course, the other side of those feelings is excitement.
What if I'm awesome at being a full-time writer? What if I write EVERYTHING I want to write?
Hey, I've got a blog tour starting today as well.
Stacey Wallace Benefiel is the author of the Zellie Wells trilogy, Found, the Day of Sacrifice Omnibus, Crossing, The Toilet Business - a collection of humorous essays, and multiple short stories. She sometimes goes by S.W. Benefiel or Reina Stowe, but knows she's not foolin' anybody. Stacey lives in an orange house in Beaverton, OR with her two young kids with old people names. When she's not writing or driving the kids around, Stacey is at CrossFit lifting heavy things and cursing the inventor of the Burpee.