So today I took my first steps a long a new job, and perhaps the first job where I feel like i’m actually a part of something bigger than myself. I was approached the other week with a job offer to help edit, format, and sort someone’s stories into a inspirational book which covers pretty much everything going on at the moment.
I agreed to do an interview, and I found that we both had similar views on the blame game of modern society, which seems more interested on shifting the pieces rather than changing the game, and I knew that this would be the start of something wonderful.
I put aside the work so I could do my own things with my novel (Manchester at Midnight) which is either a children’s book for adults, or an adult’s book for children. It’s been so much fun to just write about all the strange little things that come to mind when I think of what I was interested in as a child.
Today I decided that i’d just sit down and see what happens, and after pouring over the notes I can’t help but feel excited all over again. I knew that this year was going to be better than the last, and now I have such engaging and versatile projects to work on i’m not surprised why.
I’ve been fortunate enough to be allowed to develop my craft, and now i’m in a position to not only gain the trust to help someone create something important to them, but the pay reflects the respect involved. It’s strange how things work, but if you want it bad enough you start to look for gaps and cracks in the wall, and if you’re lucky you find enough room to squeeze through. Don’t give up.