the same question I usually ask to myself, “Do you actually make a living as a writer?”
Why We Write: (hint: It ain’t for the money.)
All writers get this question at some point: “Do you actually make a living as a writer?” It’s often laced with the faintest contempt, designed to conceal the fact that the speaker is comparing himself to you. Outwardly, the comparison reads as, “Some of us don’t have the luxury to be so self-indulgent.” Inside, I suspect there’s a fine vein of, “I want to tell stories, too,” running through the question, along with the guilt-ridden belief that if a thing doesn’t produce a living wage, it is an unworthy pursuit for Upstanding Americans.
If it were really true that the worth of a pursuit directly correlated with income, we’d all be hedge-fund managers, or die trying. But some of us are schoolteachers and social workers between 8 and 5. Some are gardeners and activists for no income at all. And…
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