Yesterday I attended an inservice day at school. I may have mentioned I'm retiring from my teaching job at the end of this school year. One day down and 189 days to go. Not that I'm counting. As I worked on my desk in my office, I looked at my familiar pencil cup, the old metal desk I've used for over thirty years and the big, old heavy laptop issued to me by the school. Would I miss it?
I'll miss the students. I love teenagers. They have so much in front of them, so many things to experience, so many paths to chose from, and bright hopes for the future. But I won't miss that desk, or that laptop, or those inservice days. I won't miss the decisions made by politicians that leave programs unfunded and punish schools that need the money the most. Oops, no politics on this blog.
I won't miss getting up early in the mornings. I won't miss going out in the cold. I won't miss duties like study hall coverage or hall monitoring. I only miss teaching those kids.
Next year at this time, I will feel like a full time writer. I currently can finish about two books per year with each book having 80K to 120K words. How many will I be able to write when I'm done with the day job? Will I have the discipline to write twice that many? Three times? Will I spend some of those extra hours doing some effective promotion?
I hope so. I hope the next twelve months is when my career gets really rolling instead of going forward with fits and sputters.
If you didn't have a day job, would you have the discipline to write full time, forty hours per week? Have you had the opportunity to try that? Did it work for you? Would you even want to do it?