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How to Get Out from Under the Soul Sucking Day Job

How are you going to be creative if your 9-to-5 job is sucking away at your soul?

It’s all in how you package it! My Dad used to say of his 9-to-5 job working in a windowless cubicle, “I always remind myself, I could still be staring at the back side of a mule.” How’s that for motivation?

I’m not advising that you make the best of it by comparing your soul sucking job to the more soul sucking alternative. I’m advocating a more forward-thinking approach that has made all the difference for me.

Many years ago, I found myself in a position whereby the day jobs were beginning to pull at my threads and unraveling my seams.

I was homeschooling my two children. I was trying to contribute to the family coffers by working weekends at the family owned and operated antique mall, and I was managing my first duplex rental property. I was also trying to be creative with my words. Something had to give.

No, no, no, I did not give away the children, and I still wanted to be a part of the family antique mall. I had a booth there as well, so I had to go out at some point and hunt for goods for my little store. Basically, I was doing a lot of things and none of them all that well and it was beginning to suck my soul.

So I repackaged what I was doing.

RePackaging Yourself.

First, you have to figure out what it is about your job that is sucking your soul. In my case, it was simply that it was not the job of being a writer, so I took a moment to think about what I was doing and how it might be done if I was a writer. Below is an example of my process:

Identify what it is that you want to be when you grow up

In my case, I wanted to be a writer, but you can insert the art medium of your choice: painter, ceramist, photographer…

Again, in my case, it’s always been about writing. So I thought about what I was currently doing and how I might better align those things with my dream job.

Property management.

My duplex house was across town. I was still doing the lawn care, because I didn’t want to be a bad neighbor, but with two small children, keeping up was taking its toll and being a property manager – that kind of property manager – did not align with my dream of being a writer. So I sold it. This is not something I do lightly. I think of property like the game of Monopoly. If possible, don’t sell. Never sell Park Place and never EVER sell or mortgage Baltic and Mediterranean! But I sold my little Baltic Avenue, and I took the proceeds and plowed them into a little “cottage” in my back yard. Almost immediately, I was able to rent it on a short-term basis as a “writers’ retreat”. Just making that one little change altered my outlook. Sure, it wasn’t bringing in as much (gross) as the duplex across town, but once you figured in the fact that I was no longer paying a mortgage on that duplex, no longer schlepping across town… and I had created something I could conceivably use for my own writing, it created a huge shift in my thinking. (Note. Today, I am happy to say the cottage is booked more often than not, so I don’t use it as my own writer’s retreat but providing it for other writers has been soul-enriching.) Curious? You can see (and book) it here:

https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/487795?guests=1&adults=1&s=nrCoZRPR

Antiques.

I had a booth in the family’s antique mall, but as I have mentioned before, I am not a gambler with my money. I’ve never felt confident going out and spending perfectly good money, risking the investment in something that may or may not sell for a profit. But I love books! So it never really felt like a gamble to buy/find used books that I myself might want to read. And so long as I priced it competitively above whatever I paid, I felt like it wasn’t a risk if it didn’t sell. Instead, I was just creating a really big “to-be-read” pile. In my little 10ft. by 10ft. booth, I started selling a few hundred dollars worth of books per month, a little less than I was making on the antiques, but it was a pleasure, and once again, it started to fill my soul and allow me to see myself in my dream role – as a writer.

Once you’ve settled on the goal, make the plan. Set a date.

Do you want to be working a 3-day week at your 9-to-5 job and have the other four days to pursue your passion? Look at your finances. Can you live on 3 days worth of income? Do you have those passive income streams set-up? When will they take effect?

The Children. Private school was not an option. $$$. Public school had proven to be a less than ideal fit for my quirky artistic children. And I never felt fully qualified to homeschool my kids. WHAT? They’re my own kids, for crying out loud, and what is the “right way”. That’s about the same time I discovered a thing called unschooling. At its worst, it’s free-range chaos. At its best, it’s a beautiful, child-centered, enriching thing with few constraints or limitations. I won’t get on my soap-box, because I’m sure that soap box looks as different for every homeschooling/unschooling parent as there are children. I made a return to the structure of their Montessori pre-school days and “followed the child” within a structured environment. It never ceases to amaze me, where they have taken me. I taught them to pursue their interests, and in so doing, I learned as much myself about following my own passions wherever they may lead.

Recently, I made another shift. I bought one of those nice little sheds, you know the kind? Two windows, a door in the center, and about 12ft. by 20ft. Then my mother-in-law gave us her little windowless shed when she moved into a condo. So all that stuff that was going to be stored in the cute shed, hand tools, lawn mowers, etc., could be moved to the windowless shed. And voila, my office was born. Okay, it’s still a shed stuffed with furniture that will eventually be used in my office once it’s insulated, heated/cooled, drywalled, painted…. But there is a plan. And how do I make it pay for itself? Those ancillary rentals on the same property just got a whole lot more appealing when you read that there is a “Little Free Library” on the property… that is an actual library! Yes, my office will be a 12ft by 20ft. library, filled with that crazy “to-be-read” pile of books, to share with guests and neighbors!

If you’re reading this, I’m thinking, maybe, you have one of those soul-sucking jobs. So here’s your assignment: think about the cross-overs between your current job and your writing, or other dream endeavor. Are you tired of working behind a desk for a large corporation? Could you cut your expenses and take a lower paying job that allowed you to go part-time? What if you rented out a room in your house? Could you give up the soul sucking job altogether for something more in keeping with your dreams? Does it mean shifting your hours at work to ensure you free-up your ideal creative hours for pursuing your art? Think about what you’re doing that’s eating away at your dream of pursuing your passion and shift the way you look at it.

Now, Go Write Some Words.

(Disclaimer: This series consists of my humble opinion. Every situation is different. This is simple homespun advice based on my own experiences. Seek business counsel, accounting advice, legal advice, from a professional.)

Developing Passive Income Streams

I think writers are either incredibly ego-centric, or just so persistent as to border on pig-headedness. Don’t worry. I count myself amongst your ranks. Who else would tackle the task of writing a novel. Not just one book, but many over the course of a lifetime. Who do we think we are? Seriously, who gets up thinking, today, I’m going to write a 300 page novel? And you and I both know, it’s not a 300 page novel in a day. It takes grit. It takes a pretty tough hide when daily you’re confronted by more sensible things to do with your time. It takes persistence.

It’s the same with creating passive income streams. It’s not going to happen tomorrow. It’s a marathon.

Marathon Runner

What, you ask, is a passive income stream? Those are sources of income that flow to you long after the work has been completed. Those are things like: stock dividends, royalties, rental income. The list goes on.

You’re probably saying, “yeah, sure. If I had some rental property to rely on as a passive income stream….” For years I’ve been saying something similar: “Yeah, if I had been born a trust-fund baby…” The sad truth of it is, I wasn’t. Lots of people are not, but when you decide upon what form you want your passive income streams to take, you make a plan, set goals, and do it. It’s the long con, er, game. It’s like saving for retirement, it’s like… writing a novel. But in this scenario, exerting effort to develop your passive income streams enables you to devote more time to your art.

I can only speak from personal experience, so while there are many different sources for passive income, I can only speak about my own. I’m not a gambler. I can’t even spend a buck for a scratch lottery ticket without major misgivings. “You got to be in it to win it…” and I’m definitely not “in it”. So my passive income streams have mostly taken on the form of things I can see, touch, feel, smell… rental property, antiques, and on-line sales.

Rental Properties: This first one, rental income, I sort of fell into. I wasn’t given a house to begin with, but I did grow up around this sort of thing. My father, whose hobby was hard work, would come home after his 9-to-5 as an estimations analyst, shuck his work clothes for different work clothes. The second set of clothes were usually not all that clean. And from the time he got home until dark, he built houses… which he would then rent or sell, then start the next house. Over the course of his lifetime, he built 5 homes from scratch and renovated as many more. And when I say, “from scratch”, I mean just that. He hand dug footings when he didn’t have enough money to hire a backhoe. He laid block, he wired, he plumbed. He would usually enlist the help of his brothers or friends for a weekend when it came to the actual roof raising, and he returned the favor in kind, then he would spend the cold winter months working on the inside of the house, every pay day, saving money to spend at the local home improvements store. When he reached a point in construction that left him stymied, he would drive around the county, find a house under construction at the same phase, and go up to the guys building it, and ask questions. Each house took him about 5 years to complete, start-to-finish, paid for as he made the money.

So in that sense, yes, I was given a great gift. I grew up around it, saw the process (five times at least), and learned a thing or two about being a property owner/manager.

Barn Raisin’

I purchased my first house for $29,500 in the late 1980s. The monthly payments, around $260 dollars at the time, at 8% interest, 30 year loan, was as much as I could afford. I think the rent rates at the time were almost double that, but there was taxes and insurance, and repairs. Oh my, were there ever repairs. I sold that house and bought another for twice the price. Circumstances forced me to cut that second house in half and rent out one side while I lived in the other side. The sort of renovations were mostly gross cleaning and painting. I can swing a paint brush, by god, and if need be, a sledge hammer. And finally, I sold that to buy the property I currently manage on the same lot as our home. It had an ancillary cottage on the property. (And by “cottage”, I mean gutted shed.) But there you have it. It was home and gave me a separate space to rent out, then another space in half of our house, so today, I have two Airbnbs. I have over 200 five-star reviews, and that has afforded us a source of comfort in knowing, if our backs were to the wall, we could make it.

The Antiques biz: Drive down any Main Street Community and you’ll see them – those antique malls whereby a group of hobbyists band together, rent one large space, then divvy it up, each paying a percentage of the costs, selling their wares, and (hopefully) making a profit. My mother started one of these when she “retired” twenty-five years ago. It was her dream job – shopping, owning her own shop, shopping, repairing and repurposing furniture, shopping… 20 odd years later, my father passed away. Mom couldn’t run the space by herself, so in I stepped. I ran the shop for 4 years, and wrote very little. In that time, I doubled the revenues, doubled the number of dealers in the space, and converted it to that cooperative model whereby many hands make light work. Mom still owns the building, but in June of this year, I turned the business over to the other antique dealers. I just patch holes and plunge the occasional stopped up thing. But whether you’re the property owner or one of the dealers, there is a great source of passive income. Each month, dealers fill their space, sort it, price it, display it, clean it, and take turns working one or two days selling everyone’s wares. At the end of the month, for essentially, about one week’s worth of work, there’s a nice plump little pay check. (If there’s not a nice plump little paycheck, you will want to reconsider this as an option and find another passive income stream in which to invest.)

Royalties: All those books you’ve been writing, while working the day job, will eventually begin to pay you in dribbles and drabs. It might not be much at first, but remember, this is a looooong game. Are you handy with a camera? Why not put those images on a royalty paying site? Do you love painting? Crafting? Can you sell the fruits of those passions on-line? Do you have expertise in some area that you can share with others on-line? What about an online auction site? You’d be surprised what your little Saturday pastime can earn you in on-line sales.

Recently, we had the “opportunity” to put those passive income streams to the test. A month ago, my husband was laid off. The company, in trouble financially, was in receivership, which meant there was no severance pay. He was given notice one day, and left with not quite all of the pay he was due the next. It would be so easy to be bitter about that, but I knew we would be okay. With the confidence of having some fairly steady passive income streams, I could reflect on my husband’s employer with compassion. That job supported our small family of four for 25 years! How could anyone be bitter about that? Okay, I’m a little sad about the company… and the other people who were invested in that company. But we realized we were not destitute. We had my passive income streams, built by working those jobs, staying up late nights painting rental properties, Saturdays spent working in the antique shop, working the occasional part-time job.

So think about your passions. What is it you love to do that you could convert into a passive income stream? Don’t neglect your 9-to-5 prospects, but squirrel something away for some sort of long-term investment and start building your passive income streams.

Next time, I’ll talk about “soul sucking” jobs and how to make them not quite so, er, sucky.

As ever, Go Write Some Words!… and don’t neglect your passive streams.

(Disclaimer: This series consists of my humble opinion. Every situation is different. This is simple homespun advice based on my own experiences. Seek business counsel, accounting advice, legal advice, from a professional.)

Why Keep the Day Job?

We live in an increasingly isolating world. If you drive to work instead of commute en masse, you put yourself in a box for an hour or more per day, roll up your windows to shut out the noise, turn on the radio and prepare or unwind.

We install replacement windows to keep out the draft and the sound. We build privacy screens, we covet the office over a cubicle, we seldom pop in to the watering hole/post office/community center to catch up on local gossip if you even have such an establishment.

Welcome to life as a writer, one of the most isolating professions on the planet, right up there with lighthouse keeper. It’s a job that results in success when you close yourself away and talk to voices in your head, and yet, that seems to be what we aspire to.

Yet, there are some really good arguments for not quitting the day job.

  1. Isolation, as mentioned above.
  2. Networking. If you plan, at sometime, (or don’t plan, but circumstances necessitate) to return to the 9-to-5, it is very difficult to get a job with no references. Book reviews don’t really count. Seen any jobs looking for someone who makes up stuff all day? No. Not me either.
  3. Don’t neglect your passive income streams. Those are “jobs” that pay you long after the work is done – royalties, dividends, rental income… (More on that in the next blog post.)

What’s that, you say? Your day job is soul-sucking? Ack! Can’t have that. Follow this blog series for my third installment in which I talk about how to ensure that your day job is not soul-sucking.

Now, you there, with the soul sucking job, no passive income streams to speak of, and depression in your future when you start writing full-time. Hang in there,

Go Write Some Words!

(Disclaimer: This series consists of my humble opinion. Every situation is different. This is simple homespun advice based on my own experiences. Seek business counsel, accounting advice, legal advice, from a professional.)

When To Quit the Day Job?

Maybe you’ve been writing for a while, and now you’re asking yourself, when can I quit my day job

The simple answer: don’t. Unless you just received a 7-figure advance, go out and get another job that’s tolerable, but my best advice is to keep your day job…

And in this series of blog posts, I’m going to tell you why it’s important to hedge your bets by keeping your day-job.

day laborer
  1. Why Keep the Day Job
  2. Developing Passive Income Streams
  3. How to Get Out From Under the Soul-Sucking Day Job

So join me in the first of this series when I share with you why I think it’s important to keep the day job. Better yet, follow this blog to receive notifications when new articles are posted.

For now…

Go Write Some Words!

(Disclaimer: This series consists of my humble opinion. Every situation is different. This is simple homespun advice based on my own experiences. Seek business counsel, accounting advice, legal advice, from a professional.)

The “how to” of Paperback Writing

“Butt in chair, hands on keyboard.” Butt in seat, fingers on typewriter. Keister on the beanbag. Hands on keys. Posterior in a chair (unless you’re at a standing workstation.) Hands on keys (unless you wanna use pen and paper.) Whoever said it first, however they said it, it’s probably the most sound writing advice you’ll ever receive.

Writing takes persistence. (Lordy, does it take persistence. For some of us it may be crossing a line into pig-headedness.) Writing takes a tough skin (sometimes bordering on big-headedness.) But first and foremost, as the often repeated quote by some well-informed writer said, it requires an unrelenting work ethic. Every day. Sit down. Write. – that’s for those of you who were looking for a secret sauce recipe. That’s the biggy and the bitty of it, and I’m not being flippant. Well, okay, I’m a little flip.

You cannot edit if you haven’t written. (I’ll return to this topic later in “The Shi##y First Draft” coming to a blog near you.)

So follow The Paperback Writer if you’re interested in writing and looking for the step-by-steps, advice from the trenches, a day-in-the-life-of, and all things writerly.

Now, go write some stuff!

Gimme Five, er, Six…

polydactyl kitty, Hemingway House, Key West, Florida

I just spent a wonderful week having fun in the sun, visiting the home of Ernest Hemingway, in Key West, Florida and communing with the wonderful polydactyl kitties that have free range over the place… and I mean, free range. Kitties to the left, right, above lounging in gutters, in Papa’s bed, office, gift shop… On the less than one acre estate, there are nearly sixty cats, a notable number of them with an extra digit that makes them look like lions… with mittens.

Maybe a little bit of Hemingway’s magic rubbed off? There sure was a lot of testosterone raging in that house at one point in time. I’m reading a collection of his short stories. “Lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” But the man could write. (I suspect all of the testosterone laden stories were to compensate for his flare for decorating. He shouldn’t have had to try so hard.)

Anyway, after great times spent exploring the house and grounds, the lovely town of Key West, and the Harbor Walk, including a night on an Airbnb sailboat!, we headed north for a few days exploring the Everglades and its tropical wetland, multiple eco zones, many, many birds, a couple of manatees, and enough alligators to impress even Ernest Hemingway.

Happy to be home again with my very average, very sweet five-toed kitties.

Whatcha Readin’? Whatcha Writin’?

Wow. Just finished reading Hank Green’s AN ABSOLUTELY REMARKABLE THING. It’s a page turner, a “can’t put it down” kinda book. They do come along every once in a while. In it, the main character discovers a “sculpture” in Central Park, a very large sculpture that appeared over night, and with the help of her videographer friend, they acquire the unique distinction of being the first to video tape the creation and dub it, “Carl”. Then Carls are discovered to have turned up in public spaces all over the world.

The book touches on social mob culture that hits close to home without being preachy. Affiliate links are eluding me, so if you are so inclined, you may want to check it out here: AN ABSOLUTELY REMARKABLE THING .

Currently, I’m reading Agatha Christie’s Mrs. Marple’s short stories, and about to begin ACCIDENT ON THE A35 for my book club. BTW, John Green’s novel was a bookclub pick. Bobbi, you chose well!