That search proved fruitless though, and I hung my head and returned to the states where the job market was just as bad, but I could live with my family rent-free. I thought I had failed and felt bad every time someone asked me why I didn’t stay on in England since I had always professed that I loved it so much (and I still do). It wasn’t for lack of love, but lack of sufficient bank account balances.
I applied for jobs in the US too, but to no avail. I finally turned to my other writing friends and found that my side thing of helping to edit papers and manuscripts was a viable option. I had been doing it for free for years because I enjoyed it. Those friends were kind enough to recommend me to their friends and I began charging small fees for my work. As my experience grew, I charged a little more.
Soon enough, I had a little business going that was just enough to keep food on my table and kibble in my pups bowl. I went legit then, throwing myself wholeheartedly into being a freelance editor. I got an EIN, a business bank account, a proper email and website, and I’ve never looked back.
I suppose I could have been happy as a hotel janitor writing on the weekends, but I’m so very glad I didn’t get that job. My whole life is about books now, from interning and reading those first queries, editing some great books by fabulous people and helping to make those great books spectacular, and then seeing the fruit of all our labors when a book finally comes out.
I’m not rolling in money ala Scrooge McDuck, but it’s enough to get by on. I have the freedom to write when inspiration strikes (including the wee hours of the morning), to take classes and improve my skills and not have to worry about scheduling conflicts, and I’m surrounded by fabulous publishing people like YOU!
I wouldn’t trade this for anything. <3