Apparently there's a bit of a hoo-hah in literature land because Colm Toibin says he doesn't enjoy writing, he just does it for the money.*
AL Kennedy -one of my heroes - had this to say on writing professionally:
"Sex = nice thing. Sex For Cash = probably less fun, perhaps morally uncomfy and psychologically unwise."
What do you think? Does the cash taint the pure expression of one's Ahrt? Or are we all grubby whores at the end of the day?
In other news, Nathan Bransford is positive about the future of publishing - only everything's going to change. I think I'm cheering on that revolution.
*Edit: Sorry, I slightly misunderstood Toibin's point. He said the money is the only part of writing that he enjoys. Basically, he's saying that the process is not enjoyable.