The Writing Hustle

Writing sounds piss easy right? You weave together a few words and just like that you have the next big best seller, or heart-wrenching article. In the grand scheme of things, its kind of true that everyone can write. But not everyone can write well. Growing up I definitely struggled to crack the intricacies of grammar and proper writing, but I was a victim or a poor school system which never quite gave me the attention I needed to address my issues. I’ve had to work hard to get my style of writing to the level its at now. My mom invested in tutors, and exercise books to help me overcome my grammar problems, I would journal everyday to help me channel my voice into my pen, and I’ve never really given up.

Now I think I’m pretty happy where I am as a writer, I work in marketing for a software integrator in the heart of London. I’m no coder or master developer, but writing stories about their work helps me continually broaden my horizons and expand my knowledge. In my personal time I’m always looking for ways to expand my client services for my freelance work out of office hours.

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The hustles of a writer is exactly that, a hustle. Writing in any context is difficult to break into, and lockdown has encouraged so many others to pick up the pen or start offering virtual assistant work. The industry is flooded with people who want to be the next JK Rowling.

I’ve struggled for years to find my voice, even now I’m going through a bit of a moment with my blogs. I want my work to be the best it can be and I know that even in this weird state I’m in I’m writing stuff thats special. I have goals like many others to be the best in my field. By the time I’m 30 I want to have a full developed freelance portfolio and be on my way to starting my own marketing agency. It’s a bit of stretch trying to accomplish that in seven years. But I’m optimistic and confident this time of weird life will be over soon. The cities reopening, soon I’ll have plenty to do, inspiration will be overflowing and I’ll have very little time to spend dwelling on lockdown memories.

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