Or perhaps it should be ‘Time and Resources’. I’m either writing, researching, editing, or selling. Or sitting back and wondering which hat I should wear next. Of the four tasks above, my least favorite is selling. Because it’s not just selling. It’s also keeping track of sales, mailing books out to the stores, and figuring out how to do something in QuickBooks when I can’t even balance a checkbook, and so on.
I really enjoy the first three – researching, writing, and editing (well, editing makes the first two worth doing, so it’s okay – it’s just not as much fun as the others).
But the business of writing – meaning, promoting and marketing and selling your work – that’s a far cry from being a creative writer. Not everyone can, or even wants to, deal with the business of writing. I know I don’t, but I have a need to earn a good living as a writer.
You see, I am apparently unemployable, and I find that extremely odd.
With all of my skills, experience and varied background, I can’t even get a job in a big box store. I know, because I’ve tried. Several times. I spent my early years doing just about anything. I’ve worked as a professional gardener, a silversmith and goldsmith, furniture maker/turner/carver, antique restorer and ornamental turner, and I’ve spent years in two armies and more than a few security companies as an armed officer both in the US and in Israel.
I’ve worked in senior management in a few high-tech companies and even started one of my very own – business plan, finding an angel to invest in the company, the whole nine yards. It took eighteen months of very long days, but I did it.
It’s odd, but I when I was looking for work, I wasn’t able to land a good-paying, full-time job here in Florida.
Which is not a bad thing, looking back on it, because now I’d be stuck in that job, worried about losing it and watching my pension, retirement savings and social security retirement benefits fade away like so much smoke.
Now I just worry about my social security benefits fading away.
In spite of my background and experience, I’m no kind of business man. So I have to be very, very careful about making decisions and pay a great deal of attention to details. I do it, but I don’t like it at all.
Enough griping. Tomorrow my sister and I drive to Gainesville for what I hope will be the very last eye surgery. We’ll stay overnight for the post-op visit Friday morning, and then drive back to Orange Park. I’ll be another few days in recovery, so don’t expect to hear from me until Monday.
I hope you have a much better weekend than I will.