Well, as you know I write this stuff way in advance. As I write this I’m sitting in my office looking around, it’s a mess. Like a holy crap mess. It’s in desperate need of a good cleaning. Oh well, at least my rent is paid, so there’s that. It’s a weird life, especially compared to where I was a few months ago.
I was working as a teacher, which is incredibly social. I spent most of my time working with groups of people. Even curriculum development is a pretty collaborative process, and obviously teaching itself is completely social, it’s performance and collaboration and management all rolled into one. Now I sit by myself and type most of the time.
Even the magazine is mostly by myself. Interviews are often best conducted by phone, and the work is such that if I start talking to people I can’t write. Only one language centre in my brain, and it can’t multitask terribly well.
Of course, at the end of the day I have support, I have people that care about me, and I don’t have that bad a life, but I want to make it very clear that writing is not the career you want if you plan to be a jetsetter. Maybe it will happen, but it’s hard work and the money takes time to start happening.