No, this isn't a lecture on drugs. LOL
I had a discussion (many discussions, in fact) with an author friend of mine about how people in my life view my writing career. Or rather, in their opinion, my lack of career.
The fact that I'm at home seems to give others the impression that I'm free and available to do things for them. I can't tell you how many times someone in my family has called me to see if I can, say, go hang out at their house to wait for a utility person because they have to work. They think it's no big deal for me to go hang out at their house from 8am-2pm waiting for the cable dude. Or watch their kids when it's a school holiday, but they don't get it off of work.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't mind helping out, but when these requests came more and more often, it started to tick me off. What I do seems to be of less value than what they do. If someone asked what I did that day, and I responded that I finished a difficult chapter, I'd get "Oh is that all?" as a response. That always gets my blood boiling. LOL
It took me a long time to be able to say no to people. I like to help out and make others happy, but I realized that by doing that as often as I was, I was doing myself a disservice. I put my writing on the back burner for everyone else, as if it isn't as valuable as what they do. I was reinforcing their opinions by saying yes to each of their requests.
Is it easy saying no? Definitely not. However, I've made the decision that writing is my career, not a hobby. I have to start treating it as such, because if I don't, how on earth can I expect anyone else to?
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