The New York Times published an essay on why more books aren’t about white collar office work given how pervasive it is in modern society. A fair question. However, the journalist’s answer “because writers are out of touch with real work” is patently absurd.
She begins in part: “In normal times, [novelists] tap away in their ‘offices’ at Starbucks, thanking their lucky stars for the book contracts that allowed them to give up their day jobs.”
I know enough professional authors to populate a small town, and the number of them who make enough from writing alone to support themselves, forget dependents, could be counted on one hand with a few fingers left over. Ninety-nine percent of novelists either have day jobs, are stay-at-home spouses of people with day jobs or have retired.
Writing alone is rarely an economically viable way to make a living. It pains me to say it, but it’s true.
There’s a reason dozens of successful writers were willing to mud wrestle for David Foster Wallace’s vacated professorship at a college you’ve only vaguely heard of. As one prospect said, it comes with health insurance.
And to whomever gets it, I’m open to a TA position. References available upon request.