Writing is the hardest work in the world. I have been a bricklayer and a truck driver, and I tell you — as if you haven’t been told a million times already — that writing is harder. Lonelier. And nobler and more enriching.
– Harlan Ellison
Say what you will about Ellison (and many people have said many things), I think he’s got it. If it wasn’t for my writing I don’t think I could survive my day job. There’s not much enrichment in being an administrative assistant. I spend the greater part of each day looking forward to coming home and spending time on my WIP. I am lucky in that I have a decent bunch of people to work with which makes all the difference. But every single day I have my little jump drive with me, with my WIP on it, and if I get a few spare minutes try to get some few words added. Even when I can’t it’s always in the back of my mind, filling up the spaces the job leaves vacant.
Sometimes I think it’s better for writers to have day jobs that don’t demand too much of them so they can focus on their writing and not stay up until midnight working on a big sales presentation, or still be answering e-mail at ten o’clock at night. I, at least, could not expend that much energy in two directions at the same time, but maybe others can. I do not live for my job, and until I become a full-time writer, I don’t think I ever will.