I have been described, in a negative way, as particularly “mercenary” compared to other writers. By this, the person meant that more of how I think about writing is related to money and the acquisition of the same than other writers, who presumably do it more out of a love of the art or a desire to tell their story than I do.
I can’t really compare myself to others, but this seems true; it has the ring of truth to it. I’ve found it’s sort of awkward to say so, but I want to make a living writing and that’s a big part of why I write so much; if I didn’t have some vague hope of eventually being able to just sit down and write something I wanted to write and have that be my job, I wouldn’t do it nearly so much, if at all.
When my actual jobs are more writing-related, I’m happier. When less and less of my day-to-day job is writing, I’m less happy; I don’t really want to do the other things that aren’t writing, and on a really primitive level I’m unhappy that people are forcing me to. You know how like 95% of you on a deep, spiritual level really don’t want to do telephone sales? That’s how pretty much every non-writing task is for me.
Besides indicating that I’m much less useful than most people, this also brings a simple, obvious question to the front of most minds: Why don’t you just get a job writing? Like, where that’s the only thing you do; where you just spend all your time generating pamphlets or something. Considering that I want to do that, why don’t I?