I’m sure you can tell by the fact that I have a blog devoted to it, but really: I love being at home.
I like people, and I like having a job, and I love the stability that comes from traditional employment. Right now, I have a pretty sweet gig, in that I work in a very casual home office, creating awesome editorial for a radio show. I never thought I’d work in radio, but it’s a surprisingly good fit for what I like to do.
But here’s the rub: I have the itch to really, really try to make my blogging (and freelance writing) what I do IRL.
David and I do have daily conversations about how badly we want to have me work from home. David already does, and his stress levels have lessened significantly, I think. I also feel as though I miss out on a lot of “family” time since I’m out of the house 45+ hours per week. (Yes, I get that our family is only two humans and two quadrupeds, but … I miss those furballs when I’m not home.)
I run ads on my blog (feel free to click them anytime, you guys!) but they rarely bring in more than $10 a month. I average somewhere around $6 from those suckers, and… since that’s not even enough for a latte, I need to find other ways to pad my wallet. It’s not exactly cheap to live in LA. Cost of living is… obscene, for lack of a better term, and we can’t really move.
Of course, now’s not a great time to be a writer. As I’m typing this, this article got tweeted: GOOD magazine has apparently laid off its editorial staff. This country holds very little value for writers; creatives in general, I think. Sometimes I feel like all traditional forms of employment– you know, the stuff that involves apprenticing, learning a craft, and working hard to become a journeyman, which is how I would look at most creative/maker careers– are gone.
So, I implore you, dear readers: a little advice, or a little bit of salve for the wounds would be nice!