I often joke that writing is less a hobby and more an affliction. Many writers will tell you that they feel compelled to write, that if they were no longer able to write, their heads would explode or something like that. In truth, it does sort of feel that way. So I guess it makes sense that a lot of (non-writer) people would ask me, “Why don’t you get a day job where you’re writing? Like for a magazine or something?”
I think I’d sooner beat myself in the head with a hot iron.
I do love to write. But I don’t like being required to write something. It’s like being forced to read a book in school that you might otherwise enjoy, but don’t, simply because it’s required reading for a class. Besides, if I’m writing all day long for the day job, the last thing I’m going to want to do afterward is to work on my novels.
That’s the irony of writing professionally. If you don’t write, you don’t publish. If you don’t publish, you don’t make any money. And if you don’t make any money, you’re stuck in your dreary 9-to-5 for the rest of your life. So even though you’re writing what you want to write, you’re having to force yourself to do so with more frequency than you might naturally desire.
In the end, if I have to have a boss, I’d prefer it to be me. I’m my own worst critic, after all. And I can’t get into trouble for cussing myself out behind my back.