I sat down and had a talk with myself today. An honest talk. A painful talk. Being a full-time writer and editor is a financial struggle at the best of times. Unless you are working full-time for a publisher, newspaper or magazine, it’s impossible to stay afloat. So… I had to set my pride aside, get over myself and made a decision.
Rent, bills, food, paying off debt = $$$ In order to make $$$ I have to have it actually coming into my bank account. In order to do this, I have to go back to temping. It’s a means to an end, a way to survive. There is a beauty that goes with this. It’s temporary, I have promised myself that. So I cut a deal with my evil self.
There are people in this industry, who I greatly respect, that also have to do the same thing. If they can, so can I. There will be a few other changes I will need to make. Finding a cheaper place to live is the next step. Possibly a second part-time job. When you are fighting the good fight on your own. You gotta do… what you gotta do.