I came across this gem from Greg Rucka's blog.
A very familiar story to me. The chain of events in my case are a bit different, but the essentials remain the same: there are some folks who cannot fathom this sort of pursuit and try to steer you to what they think you should do.
Worse than well-meaning friends doing it to you--well-meaning relatives. You know the ones. Good ol' Uncle Harry scoffing when you tell him you want to be a writer* and he tells you, "Why don't you get a real job?"
And when you do stand your ground to those same relatives and tell them you are a writer and they say, "No, you work at Such-and-Such Company."
Chaps my hide.
I always want to
*Or actor. Or dancer. Or musician. Or singer. Or rock star. Or anything creative and artistic.