What better day to share the news than Leap Day?
I’m doing it, dear readers. I’m taking the leap, and taking time to focus full-time on my writing. That means working on the books (Yes, now plural. What can I say? Ideas abound.) And it means returning to the writing world as a freelancer. It’s a scary thing, leaving behind a steady paycheck and the good friends I’ve made in my 9-to-5. In fact, I had to call my mom yesterday for a little reassurance. (And by the way, her first order of business: “Whatsamattah? Why no fly in embers lately?” Sorry Mom. I’ve been a little distracted from the blog, tending to some major life decisions.)
I can hear you, my concerned writing friends: Freelancing!? Don’t do it! I know. But here’s the thing: I have to give it a shot. (And then in about a year or so you can tell me, I told you so.) Being away from writing since I left newspapers more than three years ago has been one of the hardest chapters for me, professionally. I had never realized how much I identified as a reporter, as a writer — until I suddenly wasn’t. I missed being immersed in words and ideas. I missed telling the stories I wanted to tell. And so I took to this blog, and took to writing a novel (and then personal essays and family stories) in the early mornings, in the evenings, on the weekends. And I felt home again. Except for the fact that I was never home.
It’s a scary decision. New York City needs another freelance writer, as my dad would say, “like a hole in the head.” But it feels right. So, I’m doing it. I’m taking the leap. And I take *comfort knowing that my mom, who worries about everything, is actually not worried in the least about this. So, here we go. It’s about to get really interesting.
(*For the record, I also take comfort knowing that you, dear husband, are cheering me on.)