Yesterday was my first day of self-employment. All week long, people have asked me if I was excited or nervous, but to be honest, Friday felt like any other day to me. Perhaps it was because I’d been working part time since last November — I’ve had one day off a week, working only four days, to allow more time for my publishing business. So having Friday off wasn’t anything new.
I suspect things will hit home come Tuesday, after the holiday weekend is over, when I’d normally get up and go to work. Only now that will involve turning on the computer and not really going anywhere after that. After a few days of not going to work, I’ll probably be excited, or nervous, or scared. Most likely, some combination of the three.
The main thing I’m going to have to do to succeed at this self-employment gig is adhere to a set schedule. I will work Monday through Friday, and each day will be dedicated to a specific aspect of the business. Monday will be uploading new releases to the distributors. Tuesday, promotions. Wednesday work on upcoming releases, be it edits or cover art or layout. Thursday will be dedicated to creating the current week’s e-book releases, and Friday I’ll work on print books. With any luck, Saturday and Sunday will once again become free days for me.
My own writing will not be a part of this schedule for the simple reason that I never want it to feel like work. Lately I’ve written better in the early evening, after dinner (or a nap). Last night I picked up my current work in progress and hammered out a thousand words in about a half hour. If I can keep that up on a daily basis, the story should practically write itself.
We’ll see how things work out. Regardless of what happens, I’ve taken a big step in my life and am finally doing what I’ve always wanted to do all along. I can say I tried, if nothing else. No regrets.