by Andrea Debbink
A few years ago, I read Under the Wide and Starry Sky, a fictional take on the lives of Robert Louis Stevenson and his wife Fanny. Near the end of the book, Stevenson reflects on his adult stepson, an aspiring writer who gets caught up in the trappings of the literary life. Stevenson sadly observes that his stepson "wanted the life of the writer, more than the art."
That line stung when I read it. He could’ve been describing 25-year-old me.
In 2008, I quit my first real journalism job in order to become a freelance writer. Back then, I believed the myth that to be a "real" writer, writing had to be my full-time job and pay all my bills. My three-step plan for literary success was simple and naive…
(Read the rest of the blog post at The Art of Simple.)