All the yes!
This not only goes for writers, but makers of things, crafters, those who take enormous amounts of time to do what they love because they love it, not because it’s going to give them a living income. I’ve come to the realization that while yes, every time I see something I like, I go, “I could make that” and think about how much less I’d spend on something that I’d make myself, would I really have the skills? And do I realize how much time and attention goes into the making of something?
As far as the more feely arts go (visual, music, dance, stories), you just can’t expect to pay people pennies for something that you enjoy a lot, and took crazy amounts of love, time, and attention to produce. If anything should get our money, shouldn’t it be the things that speak to our hearts and move us?
Ugh… I hate consumerism and capitalism. They seem to think there’s no place for real art, not even mentioning the artist.
So, my day job is not exactly a high paying day job. I watch the controversy (?!?) over minimum wage being raised, and over workers being paid living wages (again I say ?!?) and how some assholes think that just because you’re doing a menial job that it’s okay that you work full time and still have to resort to governmental aid to be able to have a roof over your head, have healthcare, and be able to feed yourself and your family. I don’t actually make minimum wage — but I do make less than a dollar more than my state’s minimum wage, at a job I’ve been doing for a decade, and at a place where people have been hired to do the same job I’m doing off the street making a dollar more than me, if not more. I frequently do the “what if” game. What if…
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