Have you ever laid here, well, not here per say, trying to calm the brain down enough to fall asleep and wonder why certain things become popular over others?
For example: most painters die poor. Maybe they’re not painting the proper houses or are terrible marketers, but it’s true.
I think that’s what scares me the most about writing-I can do it as a hobby, something I enjoy, but I doubt I’ll ever be the 1% who actually make a living wage from writing. One, because I’m terrible at marketing and two, as soon as someone wants me to do something I’m not comfortable with, I quit.
Granted, I have my own demons to battle, but I want nothing more than someone to write or walk up to me and tell me they enjoyed my work. It’s pretty much it: I want to be appreciated.
Enough rambling, head is throbbing and I need to get to sleep.