Writers and Money

I found myself on that Walgreens bus bench again on Wednesday afternoon. I needed to get away from my desk, needed to get away from that massive freelance assignment I’ve been working on.

A friend walked by me – this time a true friend or at least I think so. He wanted to know what I was up to, so I told him about that freelance assignment.

“Must be nice to be doing what you like and living large,” he said. “Mr. Money Bags.”

He was in a hurry, so we didn’t talk long. That was fine by me.

Writers and money. Mr. Money Bags. Hardly. I don’t know one “rich” writer, don’t know one who releases books and doesn’t hope they sell well enough so they can relax a little and not have to hustle damn hard to get freelance assignments. If I said it was a dog eat dog world out there when it comes to making money on writing, I think I’d be right.

But I am doing what I like to do. On that point, my friend is write. You take the good with the bad. Hell, when it comes to making a buck, I think we all have to do that.

I’ll be back sometime over the weekend. Because of that freelance project, I’m not sure when.

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