The stupid thing that made me start this blog

It has been re-branded over the weeks as courageous, exciting, and scary, but, to anyone that really thinks about it, it wasn’t the most intelligent move. I quit my job in an IT-adjacent field without a new job lined up. I quit my job to follow my “dream”. I quit my job to become a writer.

Skandal

So up until a few weeks ago, I was working for a software development company in Cape Town, South Africa. Not as anything fancy like a developer or programmer. I was earning an unexciting, but regular, salary doing unexciting work that I was good at. I’ll probably write something about that in the future, the curse of being good at work you don’t enjoy, but that’s not the point of this post. This post is to hopefully set off a blogging habit in order to maximise my earning potential in this scary new world of self-employment.

Also, I have to start somewhere and I’ve owned this domain for an embarrassingly long time without actually doing anything with it.

But why quit my job? Why not just write as a side-hustle while raking in those mediocre stacks of regularly-scheduled cash? Because, gentle reader, fuck that noise. By the time I get home from work, all the creativity has been squeezed out of me and all my lifeless husk wants to do is watch some Netflix or play a game. Sometimes I even begrudgingly exercise so I can whine less about clothing that doesn’t fit. Besides, if something is worth doing, it’s worth jeopardising your future over. That way you have to either succeed or die, cold and alone. That’s how that saying goes, right?

It’s very motivating.

And what will I be writing about? Lots of things! Movies, games, animals, my ever-so-interesting life up until this point, samoosas, more animals, surfing, and a whole host of other things that I have an opinion on.

So, welcome. Welcome to the first steps in my ridiculous journey.

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