Actually, real writers starve all the time. Virginia Wolf was on welfare. Charles Bukowski was always down to his last dime. Smart writers don’t starve, but we tend to remember the starving ones. Hemingway had to marry two monied women to support his lifestyle. Fitzgerald earned in the $60,000 a year range (not bad at all for the period, but that was mostly through short stories and screenplays). Everyting you’ve written here is true, Josh. We need to continually write and learn. But even after we’re published—especially these days—we still tend to starve. I fortunately worked 38 years in advertising. The money was good but it was hellish. I saved so I could write. I don’t know what everyone else is doing, but it’s a hard life writing, regardless.