Everyone has heard of the term "starving artist" but those two words can encase a multitude of meanings. First, there's the literal translation which is an artist that barely makes ends meet because there isn't much monetary return for his works. Then there is the more philosophical point of view. An artist suffers for his works emotionally by pouring his heart and soul into them. These explanations only touch the tip of this iceberg. Let's be realistic. There's no guarantee of a dependable income when it comes to the arts and writing even if you are well established.
So why do we do it? Why do we continue to indulge our passion if the outcome can possibly be bleak? Personally, I can only explain it as this fiery invisible force that drives me to continue my quest. Quite simply, it is a passion and with any passion comes love, hate, joy, anger, hope, and frustration. Like many other writers I am trying to get my foot in the door. I'm stuck in no man's land. I have tried to get picked up by a traditional publisher but that's hard to do when you're new in the game. Thankfully, indie publishing has gained momentum and is easily accessible. Yet, I don't have the funds to self publish or hire an agent. What's a writer to do?
Even with these obstacles writers and artists alike still embrace their passion. Are we stubborn? Maybe. But artists always have and always will "starve" for their art.