If you’re a writer not concerned about earning money, you’re a true artist. Who cares if anyone buys you’re creative works? You do it because you love it. When you write, you don’t think about life’s minutia.
In truth, there’s a gnawing inside your brain. You hear the hamsters chewing the cage bars. When you’re writing, you’re the hamster on the wheel. Where are you going? Like the hamster, you don’t care. You’re moving. You’re writing. The wheel is spinning. It’s fun.
For decades you paid your own way doing something else. Now, you don’t even see the bills coming in. Someone else is funding your fun. You’re the gnawing hamster, chewing into your guilt. The fact that someone else enjoys supporting your endeavor doesn’t stop the gnawing.
You put it out of your mind. It’s easy when you’re writing.
Your writing time ends at five when the expectation is family time. Writing is your job, you’re not getting paid, and your happiness is diminished a little. You’ve been spinning along with the planet for hours. All you’ve gained are pounds on your derrière and black marks on a white background. Right now, no one is asking how much money you made today. Are you the only one concerned? You tell yourself that you’re too selfish, too self-absorbed, and too self-indulgent. Your valuable brain time is being wasted seeking justification, affirmation. Stop it!
Go ahead – chase your dreams. You’re not getting any younger. Write on!