Is writing just a hobby to you?
When people, infrequently, ask me how my writing’s going, I always laugh and say I’m not going to be able to retire on my royalties any time soon. This situation is applicable to most writers, apart from the lucky few. I certainly don’t begrudge most top earners their good fortune, they’ve worked hard to get where they are; the exception to this are books that have sold merely for the shock and sensation they cause by their puerile contents, and quite frequently they end up in charity shops, selling for 99 pence or less. All that aside, nothing annoys me more than when people say, “Ah well, never mind. It’s just a hobby anyway, isn’t it?” In response, I give them a tight-lipped smile and then walk away. My silent answer to their question is: No, it’s not a hobby, it’s far more than that. As any fellow writers know, it’s damn hard work creating characters, plots and so on. And yes, it’s hard work I willingly undertake, because writing is something I have to do. It’s not like basket weaving, or stamp collecting, all worthy pursuits, I’m sure; it’s a way of life. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about writing. Obsessive? Maybe, but it’s my obsession and one I would never voluntarily give up.