A conversation took place a while ago, between me and my husband. He asked me what classes I could take to help me get a career in writing. I told him I didn’t want a career in writing. Maybe that’s not true. The truth is, I don’t want to make a career out of writing for other people – things I have no interest in. That doesn’t give me any passion at all.
I toyed with the idea of taking journalism classes, and improving my English grammar, to better my chances of landing a job in writing. After all, I’m pretty good at writing. I’ve done travel writing, content writing, copywriting, blog writing, ghost writing, and more.
One part of me believes that if the pay were consistent, and work was plentiful, I might just tolerate it. But would I be living my passion? No.
On that note, I have been tricked into writing for free (stay away from companies that need original samples of your work based on a topic they choose) I have written for way less than what my writing, time, and energy is worth, and I have written for businesses who flaked on paying me my full wages. Maybe that is part of why I am so burned out.
Another pat of me feels lifeless, writing on topics that don’t interest me. I’m sure everyone feels this way about work. I just feel my creative juices bleeding out when I spend an hour or two writing an in-depth article about milk thistle or natural hair loss remedies. A bulk of my content-writing days ended with a strong feeling of discontent, and charming phrases like “Why am I even doing this?”
In the content writing world, you don’t get paid much. Unless, of course, you find an amazing company. A company close to home paid one cent per word. The best job I found, paid fifteen cents per word. You either pour all of your energy into writing these pieces that don’t pay much, or you write a bunch of organized re-worded crap that seems to fit the pay. Neither of these scenarios are fulfilling. And then, if you have too high of pay expectations, people will choose content-mills over you. The content writing struggle is real.
When I returned to the US, I took a break from writing here, on my blog. I felt guilty for being able to write for myself, and being unable and miserable to write as means to earn money. I have a lot to say, and it makes me really happy to express my joy in every day life. Even though blogging won’t lead me anywhere, financially, I can’t seem to stop.
A lot of personal things are going on, and there are some aspects of my life I would like to keep private. But I want to, and I can’t stop myself from writing about my life. If you’ve been missing out on updates, you’ll be pleased to know I’ll be continuing now.
Thank you for sticking it out with me. ~
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