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I’m a Writer… Now What Do I Do with My Life?

For everyone I know who is a writer, there was some awkward time in their lives when they had to learn to call themselves one. You'd make a few sales to the local newspaper... Did that make you a writer? Your friends who ran a small literary journal and published a story of yours... Did that make you a writer? You self-published a poetry chapbook... Were you a writer now? Even when bigger things happened — your first sale to a major magazine, a book deal with a small press — you still weren't comfortable with the words I'm a writer.

I had just turned 28 and sold my first book, a travel guide for vegetariansI had just turned 28 and sold my first book, a travel guide for vegetarians, but I'd tell people about the day job that I didn't care about instead — I placed banner advertisements on the web for a search engine company. And when I quit my job in order to finish the book, I'd tell people that I was unemployed, or even, with a chuckle, that I'd retired. But never that I was a writer. It sounded fake or pretentious to say it.

Once the travel guide came out and won an award, once I got an MFA in creative writing, once I sold my next novel, I finally started telling people that I was a writer. I remember how special that year felt. I was 30, and, for the first time in my life, I felt like I knew who I was in the world, and that I could tell people with my head held high what my career was.

That feeling of peacefulness and security didn't last. I might have been a writer, but I still hadn't figured out how to make a living.

Writers make a living in, as far as I can tell, about five different ways.

The first, and by far the best, is the Big Agent way. All your big name authors have big agents, and these big agents get their authors big money book deals. Not all of these writers are loaded — a quarter of a million dollar book deal gets spread quite thin when you have to pay off your agent and your taxes — but they're pretty set as long as they can pump out a book every year or two. Of course, these writers are completely unbearable, but that's a subject for another blog entry.

The second I'll call the Poverty Freelancer route. This is one of the more noble, but treacherous ways that writers I know get by. Basically, the Poverty Freelancer is childless, lives in a small apartment, and gets by as a writer by being an expert in a field. These are your prolific automobile enthusiasts and lesbian romance writers. They have a niche, whether it be in magazines or ebooks, and they eek out just enough money by producing massive amounts of material and constantly self-promoting.

The third direction writers seem to go is the College Professor. The pay isn't great, but it's consistent, and because you're teaching English, you can hang on to your writer credentials even if you're only getting a book out every five years or so.

The fourth way is the Completely Unrelated Second Job. This one takes real dedication and organization — you're writing on top of a 40-hour-a-week job — so you have to dedicate the wee hours of your mornings or weekends to make it happen.

Finally, we have the Sugar Momma/Pappa route. Some people have wealthy parents or a partner, and they can sit at a writing desk all day long without a care in the world. Unfortunately, it rarely comes without strings attached.

So, back to me. When I finally began to call myself a writer, I didn't realize that I had to make a living a different way. I muddled about. I tried to find a big agent, but I failed at ass kissing New Yorkers. I messed around as a freelancer, but after I had children I couldn't live with the poverty. I didn't have the heart for teaching — all I wanted to tell students was "Please... don't... become... a... writer..."I didn't have the heart for teaching — all I wanted to tell students was "Please... don't... become... a... writer..." I quit my unrelated second jobs because I couldn't seem to spend that much time doing work I didn't care about. The sugar momma route made me feel guilty as sin.

None of it worked out.

Last week, I was eating gourmet ice cream in Seattle after a reading at Elliot Bay Books. A friend of mine named Robert, knowing me well, bought the ice cream. I'm painfully aware that I've been calling myself a writer for 13 years, but I still don't know what to do with my life. I told Robert a little bit about what I was feeling and what my latest how-do-I-make-a-living scheme was. (Very dangerous territory, the Somewhat Related Second Job.)

Robert said something to me that I'd like to take to heart. He said, "Jim, you're in your 40s and you still care about who you are in the world. Most people don't think about that anymore. That's really cool."

A nice sentiment from Robert, but I already know who I am in the world: I'm a writer. My problem is getting my hands on that icky green stuff.

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James Bernard Frost is the author of the novels World Leader Pretend and A Very Minor Prophet, and the award-winning travel guide The Artichoke Trail. He lives in Oregon with the author Kerry Cohen, their four children, the rain, the freaks, and the trees. His bike is currently in disrepair.

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James Bernard Frost is the author of A Very Minor Prophet

4 Responses to "I’m a Writer… Now What Do I Do with My Life?"

    R.L. Beebe May 30th, 2012 at 9:31 am


    Thanks for the ruminations. I like to consider myself a Portlander, though the necessity of that Unrelated Job, brought us to Baltimore in 2000 - following the dot.com bust. Because of my affinity for Portland, I feel your pain. Few places can be as depressing when you are down, though few can be as richly satisfying when life is good (you are getting paid).

    When I think about returning to Portland, my friends and brothers tell me, "the economy is weak, don't do it, we are afraid we are going to lose our jobs." It could be a matter of timing, because I usually think of moving back when I have little to lose here, and things are tight everywhere.

    It seems the dilemma you describe in such a wonderfully pragmatic and humorous way is faced by people in all walks of life that are searching for their true identity and calling. When I went back to college (PCC & PSU) at the age of 34, in serious need of re-invention of my life-skills, I had to spend a lot of time pondering these issues, contrasting them with the reality of the need to eat from time-to-time. My first loves are helping people in recovery and writing, but I could not see how to raise a family well in these, so I studied accounting, economics, finance, and entrepreneurship. Spent a lot of time writing long and boring business reports and doing analysis on international investment risks, etc.

    Kids are now grown, wife and I are getting back to our roots with volunteer work and our first loves. Our needs are more modest, and I feel like it is the beginning of about my fourth career; nevertheless, I still yearn to write - to unleash the soul of a scribe that soars and swoops now at my keyboard. Been in the mud, and the blood, and the beer. Lived in communes, got my MBA, traveled on the corporate card, built and lost my own businesses, got a few tee shirts along the way. I see in you a kindred soul and wish you well, your heart and mind are out there for all to see - the soul of a Portlander. Blessings, Rae

    Russell Warnberg June 1st, 2012 at 6:19 pm

    James, You still have most of your life ahead of you, so don't get discouraged. I am 68 years old and only in the last year have I started calling myself a writer. My first novel, Edge of Redemption, has been out only a few months and I am finding that this business of being a writer is a tough racket. I have finished the sequel to the first novel and am now one third into my third novel. I find writing fairly easy, but certainly wonder if it's worth it considering the difficulty in becoming known and successful. How many hundreds of us are out there?

    Alex Churn June 5th, 2012 at 6:38 am

    If I could still use social media without devolving into a paranoid wreck I would share this with all my friends in a heartbeat.

    If I could find some icky green stuff I would share it with you.

    Susan Gabriel August 20th, 2013 at 7:47 am

    Reading other writers gives an insight to a writer where he or she is going wrong or why his or her writing not generating enough response or why it keeps getting rejected by the editors. It also helps learn the fine nuances of writing in a particular genre and what works best in that genre. Reading the works of other writers also helps a writer take a fresh perspective on a given topic.

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