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Is It Bad I Still Don’t Know What I Want To Be When I Grow Up?
After two decades of writing online, I still haven’t identified my career end goal. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing, either.
As I approach the age of 50, I realize I haven’t accomplished half of the things I wanted. Twenty years ago, I thought I’d have several novels and a slew of blogs under my belt. But I don’t. Instead, I am a 46-year-old blogger who barely makes $200 a month writing on Medium and Vocal Media.
There are days when I still want to write a novel. On other days, I am content being a blogger. I am still working toward something. What, I am not sure, but I am STILL writing.
My husband pushes me to write my novel. In his mind, a book would make more money than writing online. I am not convinced of that. I have made $8,893 since October 2021, writing on Medium and Vocal Media. I do not think a debut novel would pay me close to that, even if I landed a traditional publisher with a book advance.
Aside from my career goals, I also have personal goals in mind. I won’t focus on my personal goals if I am too wrapped in my writing aspirations. I refuse to let that happen.
