So when I took my job writing exhibits, I knew it was a short-term 18-month gig. But I figured 18 months as a “real” writer was worth it, and by the end of the 18 months, I’d surely be able to land find another writing gig. Boy, am I naive! Today was my last day at the job, and I’m now laid off. I’m sad to leave my friends behind, as I had many awesome coworkers. But I’m glad to be out of that wickety wak environment, and beyond ready to leave the museum world in my rear view. But how to transform myself into a writer, even with all this free time on my hands now, is just as hard as it sounds like it might be. It might shock you to hear, but writing here doesn’t pay, and I’m not sure how to find writing gigs that do. And to be honest, I like writing, so I’m not sure I want to mess up that relationship by getting in bed with it and making it my livelihood.