I want to sit and write. I don't want to sit and reread lines to make sure I'm not redundant or suffering a lack of talent. However, I know if I pass off a manuscript to some yutz behind a desk, they'll change my story. Fuck 'em. I won't learn if I don't do this myself.
I hate the fact that after setting up a Facebook page, bits and pieces on Wix.com, and even dabbling in Obsidian Portal, I'm still wasting my time writing this crap when I should be writing the next book.
What I do enjoy is the fact that for all the work I've put in, people in fucking Austrailia can read my book if they're patient enough. Making the odd sale is quite nice too, but I need readerbase before I need the money. I haven't given up my day job yet...