The good doctor said, “It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.” Which is very apt for my situation. Well, not in a literal sense, but more to do with my career as a journalist — it ate shit and died.
After months of looking for a paid gig my motivation dropped down to zero.
In psychology, something I have discussed earlier, you have what is called incentive. This deeply affects a person’s motivation. Simplified and brief; no incentive, no motivation.
As a journalist I had two incentives. My passion for the craft and an income. The income incentive was non-existent. It also affects my ability to not only work as a journalist, but also stay alive and have a place called home.
It is time to come clean. I have only mentioned it briefly and been extremely evasive about it. Since I started working as a freelance journalist I have been paid $0 for five years. Do the math. If that doesn’t kill a person’s incentive, I don’t know what will.
Lucky for me I have a background in IT — another (obvious) passion of mine. I am starting my new IT job next month with gusto.
Finally after so many years without an income I will actually get paid to do something I am good at and enjoy.
Before I start my new job I will be working on an article. Actually, it will be more like a column as I anticipate it to be rather long. My swan song if you will. Kind of a mini autobiography focused on my (short) career as a journalist and the weird shit I experienced. I hope to finish it within four weeks, but I won’t promise anything — don’t hold your breath while waiting for it1.
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro,” was another thing Dr. Hunter S. Thompson said. It got weird. I tried to turn pro, but it didn’t work for me.
- This post was finished almost two weeks ago. So my swan song might arrive between in a month or never. Really don’t give a shit anymore. Don’t even give a shit if I have some minor mistakes in the text either. Fuck it! ↩