I hate it when people ask me how much money I make.
I hate it when people ask me why I’m not trying to do this for a living.
I hate it when other writers come up to me and ask me how to make money.
I hate it when people look at what I’ve done and say “Well, you have to start somewhere.”
One day, I may make a million dollars and see my name in the credits. Until then, I write because I want to, I like to, I kind of need to. And I have a “real job” to pay my bills.
I wish I didn’t have to keep explaining that to people.
