Let’s say you won the lottery
Putting the idea of the lottery aside, let’s say you don’t need to write for food and rent. Somehow that’s taken care of. Inheritance. Another job. A spouse that brings in enough. So the question becomes, if there wasn’t money (or at least its possibility) at the end of the stick
What if your writing never gave you any financial gains. Didn’t allow you to quit your day (or night) job, travel, buy that cottage by the sea, and attend all the writing conferences you wanted to.
What is your writing worth? Do you measure it by the hours spent in front of your computer?
Do you include the research? The café lattes? The bottles of wine that you emptied in the name of inspiration?
Is the success of your writing tangled up with how much of your writing you sell?
What about those hidden costs? The time not spent with friends or family? The hours struggling over a paragraph when you could be peacefully hiking in the woods or finally going to that film festival you’ve been promising yourself to attend ?
What does writing mean to you? What would make you stop writing?