Recently (so I’m told) there’s been a lot of discussion on the web amongst writers about the difficulty of making a living as a writer.
I’ve not been a part of this, for at least two reasons:
1. I think I’d be better off writing (the WIBBOW test); and
2. I’m a long, long way from making a living as a (part-time) writer.
This, currently, does not trouble me.
I have a day job which provides just enough impetus to force me back to the writing desk when the working day is over (see Reason #1 above).
I have a long-term plan for my writing, which focuses on improving my craft with every novel I write (see Reason #1 above).
And I have a supportive partner who encourages me to focus on the dream of being a novelist, while reminding me how I can work towards achieving that goal (see Reason #1 above).
Maybe I’ll never be hungry enough to write with the prolific speed of the pulp masters.
Maybe I’ll never be good enough to write a masterpiece that endures.
Maybe I’ll never learn how to make characters people like, instead of ones whom readers hate.
Who can tell?