If you’ve been following me on Twitter, then you’re well aware of my frustrations with my current career path. I’m an IT worker who loves technology but can’t bare the thought of continuing to work the type of IT work that I do. Quite frankly…it’s boring and completely unchallenging. But writing is not.

I’ve been writing since I was in middle school. The first fictional piece I ever wrote was a play for my English class. We were given an assignment to come up with ideas, write a play, and perform the play in front of the class. None of the classmates in my group wanted to take responsibility for writing the play, so I decided to do it. Other than my English assignments for class, I had no kind of writing experience or interest in writing. But I took up the task of writing the play and eventually ended up directing it as well. I guess I did a pretty good job at it since my group got an “A” and a standing ovation from our fellow classmates. Even though my English teacher pulled me to the side and told me that she saw me becoming a great writer one day, that career path wasn’t in my future. I struggled against the idea of being a writer vs. the career path my parents had drilled in me for years: college and a good job that would make me lots of money. Even though I continued to write fictional stories, I kept going down the path my parents wanted for me for the most part. I dropped out of college but did end up landing a good job where I make “lots of money.” The problem is, I don’t want a job anymore. That’s just not enough for me. This 9 to 5 crap just isn’t working for me, and I’m struggling with it more and more cause I’m suppressing my artistic nature for a lifeless career in IT.

I’ve been pursuing my writing career off and on for the past several years. I admit that I haven’t been agressive enough in sealing the deal. I feel like I’m inches away from grasping the golden ring, but something (life) trips me up, preventing me from finally taking it. I know I have the talent and drive needed to be successful as a writer…as a published author. I just need to really be persistent this time and not let anything else get in the way. Every day at my 9 to 5 gig makes me suffocate. I litterally have to motivate myself every Monday not to call in and get up and go to work. When I’m writing, I don’t have that problem because I’m doing something I love. So I’ve decided, I want a career doing something I love rather than one where I’m suffering being at a cubicle every second of every workday.

Screw the 9 to 5 gig.

Screw the same boring IT crap.

Screw the world of conformity.

I’m a writer. I’m going to get a book deal. I’m going to have a book on the shelves. I’m going to say one day, “I quit this b*tch!” and live my life as a full time artist. I have to be who I am.

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