This week is Thanksgiving, at least in the U.S. In addition to thinking about all the amazing food I plan on eating on Thursday, I’ve given a little thought to why I’m so thankful to be able to make a living off of my writing.
- There are no limits on what I do, except those that I create. If I was working for an employer, I would be able to get a raise of a few percentage points every year, if I was lucky. As a writer, though, there have been years where I more than doubled my income from the year before.
- I really can work from anywhere. If I want to spend a month or two in another country, all I need to do is make sure that I can get internet access. Packing is probably a good idea, as well.
- I hate working in a traditional office environment. Wearing office appropriate attire was the bane of my existence during the different times I’ve held down such jobs — and the fact that going barefoot in offices is a provlem for most employes was a major issue for me.
Not to be particularly maudlin, but I appreciate that not everyone is willing or able to work like I do and this seems like a good time to think about the matter. Is there anything about writing for a living that you’re particularly thankful for?
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