Tantrum or Termination?

I just read about the royalties of several published authors. I found their revelations to be VERY DISCOURAGING. I am wondering why in the world I'm pursuing such a STUPID career.

I wonder if Young Tiger Woods ever had that day when he said, "This is the STUPIDEST game ever! What the heck am I doing here? I could be an accountant. I could have a love life. I could play piano. ENOUGH! I'm outta here!" Then he stomped off the golf course, swearing under his breath. His father, watching his five-year-old have this tantrum, wondered if this was the final hurrah for his kid.

Many years ago I worked with a man who golfed a lot. I never knew if he went because he enjoyed golfing or because it was "expected" of men who wanted to get ahead, or if he just liked spending the day outside. Anyway, he usually went to the golf course on weekends. One Monday he was really upset. He told me he was so angry at the whole stupid game of golf that he threw his golf clubs in the river. "I just walked over to that bridge and threw 'em over." I gasped, "Aren't golf clubs expensive?" He said, "Yeah. It felt really good to get rid of them."

So. As of today, I'm not going to be a writer any more. I'm throwing my pens and papers and internet lists into the River of Might Have Beens. This is too much work for too little return. I QUIT !!!

[Of course, we know that Tiger Woods, no matter how many tantrums he has, keeps coming back to the golf course. My friend bought new clubs and went back to golfing. Stay tuned to the blog for further developments.]