For the last two years I’ve been writing for AOL and Switched as a freelancer, and while I do enjoy the work, anyone in the industry can tell you — blogger isn’t exactly the highest paid profession on Earth.  So for two years I’ve handled a part time job at the store I’ve worked at on and off since I was about 16, while writing and going to school.  But recently I’ve crossed the threshold from busy, to barely able to find the time to eat, as I’ve finally started finding some more freelance assignments.  Something had to give, and clearly it was going to be the register jockey day job.

So as of May 31st I will be taking the leap and trying to become full-time freelance writer.

There isn’t much room for error here.  So it’s with a equal amounts of excitement and fear that I completely give up the safety of a reliable pay-check and steady work and instead try to support myself doing something I love.  Will I fall on my face?  Does it really matter?

More than anything it’ll just be nice to say to people, “I’m a writer,” when they ask what I do for a living, as opposed to rattleing off a laundry list of odd jobs.  And the less time spent listing my various sources of income the more time have for other things — like blogging… here… for free…