Writing full-time is my aspiration in life. Like most authors, I want to get paid for the words I put on paper to the degree I can do it without supplementing my income with other work.
While I've managed to sign a contract publishing my first work that will pay once it's out, we ain't there yet.
Working 60+ hours a week between two jobs has really taken a toll in my writing life in the last two weeks, doing nothing of merit to further my writing career besides half-hearted posts on Twitter and answering a few rogue emails here and there as the agent rejections continue to spill in. Yippee.
Regardless, I look forward to a time when I can sit at a desk eight hours a day and write about what I want to, instead of compiling a security manual for a 40 hour course I have to teach in the coming months. I don't mind work. I don't mind hard work. I don't mind drain-you-till-you're-dry work. I just wish I had the passion for it as I do writing novels - hell, I'd never retire.
For all of those out there like me, I wish you the best. I hope one day, even if you can't live extravagantly, that you can survive on your words. I hope people read them and want to buy more as soon as they're available.
Until then, I wish you well as you continue to slag through the corporate world to fund your artistic career until it takes off.
Here's to hoping mine does sooner than later.