I have been dreading this weekend since the school term started. Ugh! I am worn out from all the research, re-writes, and regurgitation (okay…the last one was just for effect). I’m pretty sure that one of the final papers I wrote is going to yield a big fat disappointment, but at least it’s done.
Time to move on.
Tomorrow starts the week of me becoming a small business owner…well, kinda. I’ll be starting my freelance career as a professional writer. Being in business for oneself is the dream of many Americans, and the freedom that comes with it has been in my sights for some time. Having an opportunity for my love of writing to translate to making money (you know…pending my big book deal) is a challenge I’m ready to undertake, but it also scares the crap out of me!
I’ve established a name for the business (clever, IMHO, but we’ll see), purchased a domain name (with the same allegedly clever name), and compiled a list of the first people/businesses that I’ll try to sway to give me a shot. Tomorrow I’ll try to secure the last couple of items I need before selling myself (sorry that sounds so dirty) and will finish the last lesson in my training manual. The next day, I’ll read all of the supplemental material (so I know everything possible), work on the new website, set-up an associated Twitter and Facebook account, and vomit several times. Yeah…I’ve got a great plan for making a wonderful living. All I need, now, is the actual work.
I’ve never worn a small business owner hat (well…except when I was a DJ in the ’90s, but I’m not really counting that), so the hat rack is lacking the appropriate visual aid. I am adept at wearing a lot of hats, but it’s really hard putting a new one on for the first time. Hopefully I’ll be able to combine all the hats for this venture into one big hat that is comfortable to wear. I’m hoping to finally realize that old idiom: if you love what you do, it’s not work.