The man and I had a fight earlier in the week, and while I love him, we have one problem between us that often crops up. My work, or in his words, my hobby.
Nothing will piss off a writer quicker than to call his or her work a hobby. Hobbies are for pleasure and while I love writing I wouldn’t exactly call editing, rewriting, blurbs and even worse, the dreaded synopsis “fun”. It’s work. Hard work. Taking up hours upon hours of my time before finally shoving something suitable out the door and hope an editor likes it.
I have a hobby, it’s called knitting. Writing is NOT a hobby. My hobby is something I do when I need a break from work. My hobby didn’t pay the internet bill last month,writing did.
Yes, I’m ranting, but damn it, what do I have to do to prove my case? How many books do I have to sell? How many times do we have to have the same argument?
*sigh* Okay, I’m done venting. Must get back to writing. You know, the not-a-hobby thing that paid the internet bill.