Still catching up with Angela Booth's blog and ran across this post from last week. It confirms something that I've started to learn this year and that's that writing has to be enough.
There are an endless set of goals that writers set for themselves: get published, get paid to write, quit the day job, win an award, etc. I've talked to Big Time writers who still don't think that they've "made it," because there's always that next milestone to reach. I really want to be able to make enough money writing that I can stay home and work in my skivvies, but I'm starting to realize that even if that never happens, I love writing enough that I'll keep doing it.
That realization is somehow equally saddening and liberating.