I am finally figuring out what it takes to be a full-time
writer and author, and it is causing some technical difficulties here at Just a
Smidge. For starters, in order to write full-time, by definition you have to
quit your day job. I took care of that on Monday. That, however, leads to other
issues.
The main goal behind quitting your job is to access more
free time, but the drawback is a distinct lack of money. With a substantial, or
in this case, total lack of income, you naturally start looking for ways to cut
expenses. Since electricity and hot water cost a lot of money, those are easy
places to start. Those turn out to be a catch-22, though, because when you turn
off the air conditioner to save on the electric bill, you sweat more. You would
naturally take a shower to combat that problem, but since you are trying to
save money on hot water as well, that’s not an option. I tried to take a cold
shower, but it made me jump so much when I stepped in that I slipped and fell
backwards into the bathroom, cracking my head on the sink. That led to some
expensive medical bills, so the whole shower thing really turned out to be a
net loser. No more showering, I guess.
Since I always used to shave in the shower, I am now forced
to grow a beard. I am also thinking of taking up smoking in an attempt to mask
my growing body odor problem caused by the lack of showering. This would
explain the look of the standard male professional writer. Bearded men smoking
pipes and wearing tweed jackets. At this point I can only assume that the tweed
jacket is meant to cover up the pit stains caused by the lack of A/C. Tweed
probably also holds the odor-masking pipe smoke smell better than other fabrics
would. I need to go find a good tweed jacket at a thrift store.
On top of all those other issues, my computer died on me on
Sunday night, and needed to go to the Geeks at Best Buy. They told me it needed
a new falange valve installed on the McGruder pump. At least that’s what I
think they said. So, I am typing on an old spare computer, on an unfamiliar,
outdated version of Microsoft Word. It’s really disconcerting. The menu items
are in the wrong place and the text seems smaller. I can’t live like this. I
wish that valve would hurry here from Malaysia.
My computer dying the day before I was quitting my job to
become a professional writer and author was a little disconcerting. What was
God trying to tell me? That I shouldn’t go for it, or that I should, but I
should only write with paper and pencil? Neither of those two possibilities
seemed logical, so I chose to not see it as a sign, but simply an inconvenient
coincidence.
Also, when I had a day job, I used to write this column
really early in the morning, before the sun came up, or really late at night,
after the sun went down. I am now writing smack in the middle of the day, which
is odd for me. I was always at work during the day, so I have no idea if I’m
funny during the daylight hours or not. I guess that remains to be seen. The
upside is, I am saving a little more on electricity since I no longer need the
light on in my office. Bonus!
As you can tell, I’m dealing with a lot of issues during the
first phase of this transition, so I hope you will bear with me until I get all
the kinks worked out. And at least in the near future, if you see me on the
street wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe, I would steer clear if I were
you. I’m getting pretty ripe.
See you soon,
-Smidge
Copyright © 2013 Marc Schmatjen
Congratulations, Marc! It's one, big, scary step, but I know you'll be happier in the long run for it!
ReplyDelete...And the family will, too, when their sense of smell finally quits functioning.
Thanks, Jon! They're probably going to smell as bad as I do, but our plan is to book a lot more swim play dates, so the kids stay marginally clean.
ReplyDeleteBest of Luck, Marc. And may all your conincidences be happy ones from here on out :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laina!
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