Another Hat
I now spend most of my nights and weekends sitting at a keyboard as I work on my current novel. During the weekdays, I don my work hat and sit at a different keyboard for an entirely different reason.
Not so long ago, the work I did during the weekday followed me home and I would work on it at night and all through the weekend. It was fun and it was challenging and it gave me something to do. As a salaried employee, it cost my employer nothing and, as a result, my boss loved me :)
Then I got a new boss. One who strictly impressed on me that I was not to work after hours on anything that was work-related. Period. Full stop, as they say. I was told to try working Sudoku puzzles or maybe learning how to play a musical instrument.
In a former life, I worked with a CAD system, so I turned to SketchUp where I discovered the joy of writing Ruby scripts to programmatically create geometry in R^3 space. In another former life, I designed and built digital micro-controller circuits, so I turned to playing with Arduinos for relief. They helped, but they were not enough.
Since I was about twelve years old, I have been wanting to write a book. Any book. Something to sit on the shelf with all the great authors surrounding it. Not something to sell, perhaps, but just something to look at; something accomplished.
One Saturday morning, I woke up with nothing to do and my wife suggested I could maybe write that book I was always talking about. So I began my first novel that weekend. Writing has always been a joy of mine and I've since discovered how writing fiction can become quite addictive.
I like to think that I have reached this point on my own, but the credit goes to both of my bosses ... the one at work and the one at home.
Not so long ago, the work I did during the weekday followed me home and I would work on it at night and all through the weekend. It was fun and it was challenging and it gave me something to do. As a salaried employee, it cost my employer nothing and, as a result, my boss loved me :)
Then I got a new boss. One who strictly impressed on me that I was not to work after hours on anything that was work-related. Period. Full stop, as they say. I was told to try working Sudoku puzzles or maybe learning how to play a musical instrument.
In a former life, I worked with a CAD system, so I turned to SketchUp where I discovered the joy of writing Ruby scripts to programmatically create geometry in R^3 space. In another former life, I designed and built digital micro-controller circuits, so I turned to playing with Arduinos for relief. They helped, but they were not enough.
Since I was about twelve years old, I have been wanting to write a book. Any book. Something to sit on the shelf with all the great authors surrounding it. Not something to sell, perhaps, but just something to look at; something accomplished.
One Saturday morning, I woke up with nothing to do and my wife suggested I could maybe write that book I was always talking about. So I began my first novel that weekend. Writing has always been a joy of mine and I've since discovered how writing fiction can become quite addictive.
I like to think that I have reached this point on my own, but the credit goes to both of my bosses ... the one at work and the one at home.
Published on February 11, 2019 07:00
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