As much as I hated to do it, I had to drop out of my martial arts class. It’s unfortunate, but currently, there just aren’t enough hours in the day for my family, my work, my writing, my martial arts, my knife making, etc. Something(s) had to give. I mean, there’s only so long that a person can keep going on five hours of sleep each night.
So I’ve decided to take the three nights a week that I would normally be paying someone to kick my ass, and dedicating that time to my writing and podcasting. I’ve decided to start treating the writing as my second job. More accurately, I’m going to treat it like my own business, and there just isn’t enough time to play (which is how I see the three night a week pummeling sessions) when there is so much work that needs to be done on the new business.
On the up side, since my writing is now going to be a new business, there are going to be startup costs. Yep, I get to invest money in my business. (Yay!) Better yet, I get to claim those startup costs on my tax returns next year. So I’ve bought my own domain and invested in a hosting plan, which means I’ll be working soon on converting my current blog into a more robust website. I’ve hired a professional editor, bought the handy-dandy H2 microphone for my podcasting, bought some software…. before it’s all said and done, I figure I’ll probably spend between $2500 and $3000 on this project before my first book hits the electronic shelves.
Before that happens, there is a lot of prep work to do. I’m busy recording, editing and producing my podcast version of the novel ( a fun, but extremely time-consuming undertaking). I’m working with my daughter, trying to coax her into doing the cover art for me. There’s that website I still need to either build or transfer. I’m getting ready to work with my editor (that feels kinda cool to be able to say… “my editor” ) when she starts getting back to me with changes to the novel. These are all aspects of running the new business that is my writing-career-to-be.
So I have to keep nose firmly affixed to grindstone, which means no more fun time with the other kids, letting the young bucks pound on the old guy. Maybe when the writing starts to pay for itself I can get back into it. At that point, maybe I can write it off as a research “expense” for a novel. Hell, if I play my cards right, I could write an ongoing series that will require constant research for several years. But for now, no more knife fighting, no more stick fighting, no more wrist locks and submissions, no more bruises all up and down my arms and torso, and no more sparring sessions that leave each and every joint and muscle screaming at me in protest.
Damn, I’m gonna miss that class!