R.V. Cassill, in his book Writing Fiction, which is a book I’m a little obsessed with of late and which I’ve recently written about here and here, kind of makes it pretty clear that the thought of trying to make a living writing fiction is a bit of a pipe dream for all but a select and lucky few. Being a teacher of writing and a novelist published many times over, he ought to know a thing or two about that.
But he also has this to say:
Seems to me, if it’s worth writing about, it’s worth writing about well. And in order to write well, you kind of have to live well, don’t you? Makes sense, anyway. Not to “live well” in the capitalist sense, but to live well in the sense of being alive.
And then there is the trick of getting all of that onto the page.