the seven year itch
Got my offer letter, non-compete agreement, and job description. Still a bit terrified.
*breathes*
My life runs in cycles of approximately 6-7 years: infancy, primary, secondary, tertiary/job, and then the last six to eight years, which I'd probably define as "fandom".
I'm rather hoping that the next six to eight year period can be defined as "professional" - both job (programming) and career (writing).
After which comes, of course, the "famous" period of my life. ;)
Seriously, though, my life does tend to move in seven year stints - I've really only just realised the pattern: years in which I grow in specific aspects, while other aspects lie fallow. In the last seven years, I've learned more about writing, about people, about society and patterns and people and dreams. I've developed my writing skills, internet friendships, and my understanding of humanity and my place within humanity.
I've stagnated in my job, my faith, and a lot of my face-to-face relationships, and (technically) my aimed-for career as a professional writer.
If I look at myself as a productive field, then in a way, the last seven years have been my 'fallow' years: resting and developing myself in preparation for what lies ahead: for what I plan to undertake.
I'm not going to stop posting here, or writing fanfic. It'll be at a slower rate, and without the interaction that I've enjoyed these last seven years in fandom; but not just my work situation but my perspectives and purposes are changing.
Not a bad thing, even if it does terrify me a little.
*breathes*
My life runs in cycles of approximately 6-7 years: infancy, primary, secondary, tertiary/job, and then the last six to eight years, which I'd probably define as "fandom".
I'm rather hoping that the next six to eight year period can be defined as "professional" - both job (programming) and career (writing).
After which comes, of course, the "famous" period of my life. ;)
Seriously, though, my life does tend to move in seven year stints - I've really only just realised the pattern: years in which I grow in specific aspects, while other aspects lie fallow. In the last seven years, I've learned more about writing, about people, about society and patterns and people and dreams. I've developed my writing skills, internet friendships, and my understanding of humanity and my place within humanity.
I've stagnated in my job, my faith, and a lot of my face-to-face relationships, and (technically) my aimed-for career as a professional writer.
If I look at myself as a productive field, then in a way, the last seven years have been my 'fallow' years: resting and developing myself in preparation for what lies ahead: for what I plan to undertake.
I'm not going to stop posting here, or writing fanfic. It'll be at a slower rate, and without the interaction that I've enjoyed these last seven years in fandom; but not just my work situation but my perspectives and purposes are changing.
Not a bad thing, even if it does terrify me a little.