All my life, I’ve wanted to be a writer.
Of course, I’d love to be the next Stephen King–but I don’t expect to be. I would settle for being a household name in my hometown…
…but then, I see something like Jordan Reyne’s tumblr post about completely leaving the music business because she just can’t do it any more.
A couple of years ago, I entered a contest Jordan was having to celebrate the release of her Children of a Factory Nation album. I fell in love with the sound of her voice. My story didn’t win the contest, but it became “Married to the Sea” published in Terror by Gaslight by Fantom Enterprises. I love the story, and I would never have written it without Jordan’s beautiful, haunting song.
So it saddens me greatly to hear that Jordan is moving on to other things. That someone so talented feels there is no future in the business she loves, but has become unable to enjoy any longer.
It also scares the hell out of me. I am considerably older than Jordan, and probably much less popular. If she can’t make it, am I totally kidding myself? Is there any future for me in this business?
And I don’t want to ever find myself hating “going to work.” There have been difficult days this year with the Submission-a-Day challenge, but I have never felt like quitting for good. (Though I have been SORELY tempted to take a day off–but I haven’t…)
The thought of getting to the point where I say “I don’t want to do this any more” horrifies me. I think I’d rather shoot myself. I hope it doesn’t come to that…