It’s not practical. It’s an everyday constant struggle. Forced to supplement with a traditional job. Never being able to devote yourself 100% to your art. So many walk away. So many call it quits. So many beautiful things the world will never see because another artist was snuffed out because gainful employment is the only way to pay the bills.
Add in that “you have to spend money to make money” and spreading the word that you have books, paintings, a new album, etc… for sale is so hard. It’s a discouraging field to be in for sure.
For as long as I can remember all I ever wanted was to be a writer. Now, I’m an award winning children’s author. I still struggle to make ends meet. I see rises and falls in my sales. But I refuse to quit. I will not be told that I cannot write. I need my words. I need to share them. Writing is my therapy. Writing is my joy. Writing is who I am.