A lot has happened in my life since my last blog entry. After eight months unemployed, I got a great new job; I spent my first week in a year with Lauren in New York (before I lost my last job I was there every three months); and I finished editing the vampire novel. But I haven’t been writing, and that concerns me.
My period of unemployment unleashed my creative spirit in surprising and exhilarating ways. I’ve read and heard similar stories from others; apparently the lack of fulltime employment loosens all kinds of inhibitions—“Lose a job, gain a life” has been a constant media refrain during the recession and the slow recovery.
I consider my own unemployment one of the most successful intervals of my life. I became a producer for an independent podcast network, embarked on a freelance editing career, and consulted on a difficult death penalty case. None of it paid, but it was experience I would have paid to receive, and I felt certain in time I could create an avenue for monetization. I still think that will happen.
But more than anything, what is important to me is that I started this blog, committing to producing content on a semi-regular basis whether anyone read it or not. And it’s been disappointing to see that, when my schedule reactivated, the first pot I shoved to the back burner was the blog. And of course since the blog is no more than the vehicle, what really worries me is that my reentry into a big job will derail my writing.
All I can say is I hope it doesn’t. I’ve already recommitted to my other endeavors: in an email to the executive producer of the podcast network I promised better-than-ever after the initial feet-wetting process, and my edits to the vampire novel were accompanied by assurances I was available to see the process to its conclusion.
The same promise to my own creative outlet is more difficult, but in many ways more important. Fingers crossed, I make that promise now.