In case you haven’t noticed it, I’m prone to melancholy moods. You don’t have to be crazy to be a writer, but it sure helps. To begin with you have to convince people that you are a writer, especially family. I mean all those chowderheads who can’t compose a grocery list, but they have all the advice on how to write a best seller. If you survive that you can move on to phase two.
You’ll never make any money being a writer. It’s not in the cards. The house always wins. The best you can ever hope for is to etch out an existence where you pay the bills and then lie to your family. I hate it when someone asks, “How much MONEY have you made?” Nobody asks a plumber that. Think about it. How much? Since when? This year? Since I got out of high school?…
