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I feel like it’s taken me a year to learn how to write. I don’t mean the writing itself, for that is the work of a lifetime. But the time management that goes into writing, the matter of scheduling, the art of figuring out when to seek editorial guidance and when to charge on, these things have taken me about a year. Now my time is almost up.
I’m not sure what to do. Gritting one’s teeth and bearing on is all well and good, but editors, layout designers, artists, and illustrators all expect to be paid, and I agree completely. One can’t grit one’s teeth through paying a bill when one doesn’t have money. So back to the fulltime job, the real grind, and put aside the time-lessons I’ve learned about writing?
We’ll see how it goes.
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