I Love My Job…But Sometimes–

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…

About RieSheridanRose

Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. A lot. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including Nightmare Stalkers and Dream Walkers Vols. 1 and 2,  and Killing It Softly. She has authored eight novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. She tweets as @RieSheridanRose.
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2 Responses to I Love My Job…But Sometimes–

  1. I hope your next to last sentence is a joke, albeit a sick one. If not you need to put me on speed dial if you ever start losing your interest in writing. You probably won’t ever stop loving being a writer. The thing is though, if you do, you won’t be upset about it because you will have stopped loving it. I thought I would be a teacher forever. For twelve years, the thought of leaving the classroom would bring tears or panic. But after my thirteenth year, when I finally did leave, there wasn’t much of either because I was ready. So I don’t think there’s any reason to fret. But I am sorry that this musician you love won’t be making music anymore.

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    • Yes, that was hyperbole. I wouldn’t go that far. I did stop writing for a few years after college, but now that I have started up again seriously, I don’t think I will ever get completely tired of writing. The thought is mind-blowing. And I am sorry she won’t be too. She’s awesome.

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