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Who? Me? Maybe…

I quit my job last Friday. I don’t have anything else lined up – no other source of income. I just bought a brand spanking new 27 inch iMac which is resting loving on my credit card, biding away on interest.

It’s probably not the first thing a lot of people would do. A lot of people need and love the financial security of a job – but to me that financial security comes with chains that tie you to monotony, routine, and and neglect the freedom for you to start that business, get that idea rolling, and in my case, to write.

In the opposite case you have the cynics who don’t believe in you, or have been burnt from doing the same thing themselves. It’s not friendly advise, its advise built on bitterness after a career reached dizzying heights only to plummet and now spend the last ten years of their life trying to get it back. It’s laced with disbelief that you can achieve it, because they haven’t been able to, no matter how hard they try. I hope that by now I am old enough that I can run the maze of negativity, take the criticism and forget all about it so I can create.

So, I quit my job because I felt I had too. Because I felt that in this industry there is no other way to DO IT than to actually go out on a limb and DO IT. There is no studio you can climb, and no corporate structure to swing from limb to limb until one day you have the biggest office on the 52nd floor with views to the ocean. Don’t get me wrong, I gave it a try.

So in one week I will be unemployed. I will be a writer. I will try to swim and not drown in the drought that will inevitably be caused by inconsistent freelance and contract work.

As Shakespeare wrote, We are such stuff as dreams are made on. So lets make them happen.