I’m married to an uber-practical, super-frugal Chinese immigrant. There’s a reason why the Chinese own more than 60% of the US national debt—-these people are the most tight-fisted people on Earth. And they have no use for anything that doesn’t generate money. A LOT of money.
My husband has been very suspicious of my writing career from the start. In his view, if you aren’t making as much money as Stephen King from writing, it’s a waste of time. Far better to get into the banking, widget, or restaurant business instead.
And yet, he’s tolerated my writing aspirations for over seven years of marriage now. As recently as two months ago, he was telling me to give it up, that it was a waste of time, energy, and talent, that I’d never make a real living at it, etc., etc. But when my lastest book became a big hit (by ebook standards, anyway), he had a change of heart.
“You’ve got to stick with this,” he said. “You’ve tapped into a niche market. You need to exploit that. You might not make a whole lot of money per book, but you can make it up on volume. So get busy.”
Spoken like a true Chinese businessman.