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I am working as an HR-Development manager in a multinational company. That’s my day job. My passion is writing. Simple as that. Ever since I’m actually able to write.

Balancing the two is increasingly difficult as the day job responsibilities are growing and I feel that my job becomes ever so much more demanding and time consuming.

Recently I have started writing a historical novel. The story really gripped me from the first line I typed in my word processor. In my job I have a 45-minute lunch break. 15 minutes I spend for the walk from the office to the café and back and for eating my sandwich. 30 minutes I sit there, writing.

In the evenings I mostly don’t manage a lot in terms of writing because I am just too exhausted and the few hours (like 2 or 3) I need to recharge my batteries and spend time with my girlfriend. She’s presently writing her master thesis, which means that the computer and the desk are occupied most of the time and of course an academic thesis with a deadline has priority. So I write by hand and type whenever there’s time. But we’ve made space already in our tiny flat for a small second desk for me and I will buy a second laptop because I simply can’t live without writing.

Once I tried to make passion my job in a certain way. Directly after my studies I embarked on a journalistic career but the professional writing I had to do in a certain style (I was writing for a local weekly) sort of handicapped me in my literary output - so this was an attempt to combine job & passion that failed miserably… After that fiasco I tried my hand at various jobs (secretary, bank clerk, selling tea, management assistant, tour operator, tour guide) in several countries (Germany, Greece, Spain mainland, Canary Islands, Italy, Maldives). The only continuity in all that mess was always the urge to write. To create. I always did. However wrong some things went in other fields - writing never left me, never failed me, never wronged or betrayed me.

Now I am arranging myself. I have made the experience that the more free time I have at my disposal (in a period of unemployment a few years ago for instance) I couldn’t wirte as well as in periods when I had to “steal” time to write. So the present situation remains exhausting but at least productive literaturewise whithout having to whither in poverty…