I know it’s gauche to complain about stuff when I have a lot. I have a roof over my head, I have a functional car, I have friends and family.
But man. Food is expensive.
Today I spent half my weekly income on groceries. Half. Like… 50% of every dollar I earned over the last 7 days has gone to feeding me for the next 10 days. So I’m slightly ahead of the curve, but slightly.
And that’s terrifying. I don’t need to make a lot of money through my writing… more than I currently make, definitely, but I’m not looking to be a Stephen King or a John Scalzi or whatever. I just want a semi-comfortable living… but part of that involves being able to eat without having to count every penny I spend.
Maybe that’s just not realistic any more. Maybe I will spend the rest of my life in terror of grocery receipts. I don’t know. But gosh, when I was young I honestly never expected that being so terrified of not being able to afford food would form so many years of my life.
Ah well. Hopefully the next book will sell well enough that I can stop being quite so scared all the time. That’d be nice.
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!