I've been very lucky. My parents supported me when I went to NYC and wanted to be a writer. Then I got a few different meaningless jobs. The longest lasted for a year. But I don't think I tried to write during those periods.
Later I supported myself through writing for TV. Yes, some soaps. The pay was great. But the jobs were awful.
Eventually I sold my first novel which was a YA. And I went on from there publishing many books.
The reason I'm writing the above is because I want to pay tribute to those people who have jobs and write, to those who run a household and write. I'm finding running a household and writing at the same time incredibly difficult.
I don't know how people do this. But they certainly have my admiration. I don't have the luxury of not writing until my household returns to normal. But I'm taking this day off anyway. I can't face writing today.
I'll try again on Monday.