I had to sell my house and make a lot of sacrifices to become a writer, and it sucks not to get taken seriously.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wasn't taking myself seriously as a novelist, and then it became my day job.
I'm still very blunt: If you want to be a writer, get a day job. The fact that I have actually been able to make a living at it is astonishing.
I've wanted to be a writer since I was a boy, though it seemed an unlikely outcome since I showed no real talent. But I persevered and eventually found my own row to hoe. Ignorance of other writers' work keeps me from discouragement and I am less well-read than the average bus driver.
Writing happened to me. I didn't decide to start writing or to be a writer. I never wanted to be a writer.
It took me a long time to even dare to envision myself as a writer. I was very uncertain and hesitant and afraid to pursue a creative life.
I really wanted to be a writer.
I never wanted to be a writer. I still don't.
I was living in a large apartment with no furniture, just a typewriter, and because I had nothing else to do with my time, it made me take my writing seriously.
I didn't want to be a writer. First I wanted to act, and then I wanted to be a painter like my big sister.
I took my writing seriously, and it seemed to pay off.