Writers have to start over every few years, honestly. And let’s not mince words, that aspect of the creative/writerly path is an UNMITIGATED FUCKING NIGHTMARE. And there are many low points in the trajectory to (limited) fame and (limited) fortune. Many, many low points. The great irony of being a creative, sensitive, talented love seeker is that you’re not always that well suited for such low points. Your brain likes to eat itself alive in a vacuum. You feel needy and unworthy. Having an office job of some sort is not the worst-case scenario for such a person. Even as you half-ass your way through day after day, at least you’re not facedown on the carpet at home, feeling lonely and worthless and delusional.