I’ve just finished a training session for a new job, something that may be exactly the right fit for me in regards to generating enough income to live on while not sucking away every hour of my waking time to do it. In fact, it’s basically part-time, and I don’t anticipate it will be more than about twenty hours a week. Yet it will pay enough to cover over 90% of my expenses each month.

A dream come true for a wanna-be novelist, leaving me enough time to write while also not having to severely pinch every penny. I think I’ll still have to dip into my savings each month to close the gap, but that gap will be tiny now. My savings will last for years and years at this rate, assuming I have the job that long.

No reason to think I won’t, either. It’s an interesting business, providing a needed service that I only see demand growing for. If anything, I will have to be careful not to get sucked too far in, maybe. You know how it goes. Part-time for now, then suddenly business growth happens and you’re working more and more hours. I certainly could do worse, though.

I can’t say anything about what I do, except that being a virtual personal assistant led to it. Oh, and did I mention it’s a work from home deal? That’s right, I go to work in my pajamas, and it takes me about fifteen steps to get there. Gotta love it.

I hadn’t realized how much pressure I was feeling in regards to making ends meet until this new job came along. A lot of self-doubt about my writing ability, first and foremost, and whether I could make enough to make a living at it. To be honest, I probably can’t. And then I’d have to find a full-time job and work so much that writing would be commensurately more difficult for me to accomplish. Now, perhaps, a better balance and the best of both worlds.

For a while, anyhow.

Wish me luck.

 
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