In the past, I have written about writing and how, despite my lack of talent in the area, I believe that I have the right to call myself a writer. I have always invested time in my writing, though at no point has this invest been greater than since I first started this blog.
Since then, I have also blogged for several other sites and a few months ago, I got my first ever payment for a piece of writing.
Ironically, the article was entitled "Life's too short for money", a statement which I still stand by. But, to me, that payment meant a lot more than just a boost to my bank account.
Unlike other, more traditional jobs, casual writers only get paid in one circumstance: when someone really likes our work. Someone has to decide, on behalf of their entire readership, that what they are reading is worthy of a few pennies.
And so, the money is not money at all. It is instead a sign that someone, somewhere, thinks that we are more than totally crap. It means that writing is more than just a silly hobby, it is one that we have a right to pursue.
That paycheck told me one, very important thing: this writing thing that I do for my own amusement...it's real.