I reached one of those times this week, and I'm saying goodbye to a client that I've been working with for 10 years. It's hard to do, but it's time. I need to move on.
It might seem like bad timing with the move coming up and all, but things happen for a reason. It'll be ok.
It's not like I don't have any other clients, and it's not like I don't have anything else to work on. Several half-completed books are patiently waiting on me. Another dozen or so ideas are quietly waiting their turn behind them. I have clients who can keep me crazy busy, if I just stay in touch and available.
I hate to say goodbye to the client because it's been fun, but fun isn't what I'm here for. I love writing, and it is enjoyable, but ultimately it's a business. I'm not doing it for charity.
I'm shocked and saddened by how many places don't take me seriously or realize that this is not some kind of hobby for me. This is my life, and my job, and everything that I am and want to continue to be. It's not a game for play money so I can buy a cup of coffee.
They apparently don't see me as a 'real' writer because I don't have my name all over print and the Internet. Sorry. Haven't they ever heard of ghostwriting?
I've been paying my bills on my own as a writer for years now. That should be what counts - that and the quality of my writing, which very few people have ever had a problem with. In the land of Internet writing, though, that doesn't always seem to be the case. So be it. It's not going to steal my joy.
I'll miss the people and the place I'm letting go of to some extent, but it's ok. I was fine before, and I'll be fine moving forward. I know who I am. So does God. That's really all that matters.
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