I think that if you want to be a serious novelist – or anything else – you should hold loosely to the specifics of it all.
- If you want to work as a serious novelist, don’t turn down an entry-level job as a reporter. You’re still a writer.
- If you want to work as a hedge fund analyst, don’t turn down an entry-level job as a financial advisor. You’re still in finance.
- If you want to work in a zoo, don’t turn down an entry-level job in a vet office. You’re still working with animals.
I mean, it’s easier to transfer within a field than from another industry.
Honestly, the second bullet point above is about me. I traded good-for perfect and never did get the kind of job I thought I wanted at the time.
Thank goodness dreams can change.
Plus, you don’t know what providence has in store…
Point and case right here.
I started thinking of myself as a novelist—a serious novelist, if you please, one who would write important novels about important subjects and important places. At that point, if someone had told me, “By the year 1985 you will be best known for a series of humorous books narrated by a ranch dog in Texas,” I would have laughed. Me, write humorous books about a dog? No way!