I love to write and unfortunately, it's what I do for a living. It has been for as long as I can remember. What makes it such a strange profession for me is the fact that I'm dyslexic. Perhaps that's one reason I love writing so much. Reading was never easy, it took me three times longer to read a book, but I loved every word. I loved the stories told and the imagination involved. Writing was just so powerful that I had to be a part of it.
The sad thing is that over the years the art of writing has become so damned commercial. Publishers just want to make as much money as they can--which is fair enough I guess--and can't be bothered to have patience. Either a book sells in the first few months or it's not worth pushing. If it sells well, then they're the ones to profit. Perhaps the reason big discounters are destroying the profession. What writer wants to work years on something only to see it discounted and he/she not make a penny? No wonder writing is a dying art.
I remember when publications paid good money to writers. You could freelance and make a living. You could write what you wanted and not what the publishers thought people wanted to read. If you were any good, people wrote the publications and you got more and more work. Now it's agents with their hands out and managers and just so much hassle that writers don't have time to write; they crank out whatever the publishers want and the rest doesn't matter.
I've never worked that way and I never will. I write what I want. That's being true to my readers and more importantly to myself. I will always be that way. That's my promise to my readers.