Giving up the Day Job
Posted by sallyhinchcliffe on January 19, 2008
Yesterday was my last day – I hope – as a full time employee. I realised a couple of months ago that it was no longer possible to combine my job with a writing career and do justice to both. Put like that, the choice was obvious. I have wanted to be a writer when I grew up ever since I was about seven and started writing my first book in a little Red-and-Black bound notebook. It has just taken me rather longer to grow up than I had expected.
So, today really is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m just hoping it isn’t all like this.
Elizabeth said
Sally, I’m thinking of you in your writerly days. Your book looks lovely and I am so looking forward to reading it.
The thing I liked best about my writing days was just really getting to know London. I would write for a certain amount of time a day, but I couldn’t do more than five or six hours tops and I always had time to see the city. It’s absorbed into me now, so much so that I days when I am walking around my neighborhood in CT, I can instantly transport myself to Green Park in June or Maida Vale in February on a cold wet day. Or any day, standing along the platform at Oxford Circus Bakerloo line, where I stood so often, people watching.
It’s hard to love London, and hard not to, isn’t it?
Miss you and I hope you are well
Elizabeth
sallyhinchcliffe said
Five or six hours tops? I’d like to insert some comment here about ‘is that all?’ but to be honest, three hours is a good day for me. Although I like to think that time spent wandering around London counts in some way… research?