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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Sometimes I think my writing sounds like I walked out of the room and left the typewriter running.
I wasn't taking myself seriously as a novelist, and then it became my day job.
I took my writing seriously, and it seemed to pay off.
I thought if I really wanted to be serious about writing, I should make my own desk.
Still, something about writing made me spend large hours of my free time at my desk.
I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.
I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.
My writing always came out of a very personal place, out of an attempt to stay sane.
When I first started writing, it was me alone with a computer in my apartment. I hated the time away from other people, and my writing sucked. Now I have a laptop; I can do the most tedious part of my job in a public place.
I had to sell my house and make a lot of sacrifices to become a writer, and it sucks not to get taken seriously.