I laughed, I cried, I kissed $4.99 goodbye. All that doesn’t matter because I thought, which is exactly what Chuck Wendig wants from his audience. He has quite a voice and quite a message. That voice grabs you like a schoolhouse bully who is about to stick your head in the toilet for a royal flush. Fortunately, that never happened to me, but stuff like that grabs my attention and so did Chuck Wendig’s book of essays on freelance writing. It’s must reading for anyone who has ever thought about quitting the day job and trying to earn a living writing. He talks about everything from the difficulty getting a mortgage after he’s told the bank that his employment is freelancing to setting goals for number of words written in a day. He also talks a lot about working in his underwear, but if you’re offended, just skip over those parts. Wendig does a wonderful job of taking the glamour out of sitting at home writing for a living, yet there’s encouragement there for those that have to write – those of us whose day is not complete unless X amount of time is spent crafting words into sentences.
Since reading this book, I’ve spent a lot more time writing and less time sitting at my desk with strains of the theme song from “Fame” running through my head – and that’s a good thing.