September. Autumn. Apples. Back-to-School (unless you’re in public school in BC at the moment, that is). Warm days, cool nights. Putting the duvet back in the cover. Can sweater weather be far behind?
It’s back-to-school for me, in September; classes at TWS have started up again. Mentor group meetings have, too, and I’m currently reading and giving feedback on four pieces for next Tuesday’s group meeting. Chatting with a couple of my classmates over the last few days, I realized with a terrifying thud that we haven’t passed the halfway mark of the year, we are, in fact, only a couple of months from the end.
The very idea gives me all the feels.
It’s a good thing there’ll be graduation, and my birthday, and Christmas to occupy me when twice-a-week classes and biweekly meetings are a thing of the past. The good news, of course, is that the connections we’ve made don’t end when our course does. I plan to stay involved in the local literary community, and connected with My People.
In other “change is gonna come” news, I need to start looking for work again, soon. My current sabbatical comes to an end in early November, and I need to do what I can to ensure a continuing income stream.
I’d like to do something I enjoy, this time, not just something I’m pretty good at that pays well and has good benefits. (I’ve worked in well paid jobs with great benefits for 30 years, so even thinking in these terms is a big step outside that comfort zone for me.) I had lunch with some former coworkers a week or so ago, and they had many ideas for places I could apply for jobs, and people I could approach, in the industry I happily left behind thirteen months ago. I swear I felt a piece of my soul crack off and die at the very idea.
Well paid work that lets you leave it at work at the end of the day has its attractions, admittedly. Your off hours are truly your own that way. But I’d like to explore the “do what you love; the money will follow” idea. I’d like a more joyful kind of job this time around.
I’m considering becoming a professional editor. You’re thinking, are editors joyful? But I think I would be. I’m good at editing, and it’s not just me saying so. People whose opinions about such things might be said to count have told me I have a natural talent for it and encouraged me to pursue it. Why not turn that talent and passion for clear communication into a paying gig?
SFU offers a part-time certification program in editing, which looks amazing. Bonus: tuition is paid per course, rather than an entire year’s tuition paid up front, as for The Writer’s Studio. Of course, I’m already in school until December, so I’ll have to see if it’s possible to jump in to courses in January, or if I’ll have to wait until spring and start at the very beginning.
And in the meantime, if you need an editor, or know someone who does, let me know! I’m experienced in a wide variety of communications: business, technical, newsletter, fiction and non-fiction stories, academic and medical journal articles, and the list goes on. Reasonable rates, spelling and grammar always included.
I’ve heard that literary journals, which are mostly run by volunteers, are often in need of editors, so keep me in mind for those, too!
What’s your passion? Have you figured out a way to make that pay? If yes, how did you do it? If not, how would you do it?