I got laid off last week, after making it through two other rounds of mass layoffs this year and last.
This isn’t my first rodeo. In fact, I’ve been laid off four times in full-time jobs, and approximately four other times in part-time positions.
Partly, this is just how it is to work in publishing and media, a landscape that has so thoroughly changed in the last decade it’s almost unrecognizable. (Hello, Elon Musk Twitter takeover!)
So while it’s not totally surprising, I’m still dealing with the shock of it and the loss of stability and am trying to curtsey once again to all the “what the hell do I do now?” questions in my mind.
There’s a very unquiet part of me that wants to throw caution to the wind and write like a motherfucker until I’ve depleted my savings, to see if I can make some semblance of a living as an author.
I did write three novels this year on top of a full-time job and get a bit heady thinking of what I might accompl…