Of course, this depiction of the literary wage isn't universal. There are a few illustrious writers in New Zealand and elsewhere who pay the mortgage, fuel the car and feed the family from their writings. But for every one of them, there are a multitude like me who find it impossible to make a living by writing alone.
I would like to say things might improve. But I retain grave fears they won't. The New Zealand Society of Authors is doing important work to save authors' earnings from decreasing further. Along with the Publishers Association and CLNZ, they've been fighting a four-year campaign against MBIE proposals to change copyright laws which could leave writers uncompensated for work appropriated by online content creators who will then be able to make money off it.
This is why receiving this year's Janet Frame Literary Trust Award for Poetry matters to me. In an era when it's almost impossible to survive as a writer, this award feels like a rare gift. Firstly, this is because the award is given in recognition of my body of work, including my recently released book, Ghosts. After decades of going without financially, that's something that makes such sacrifice worth it.
Also, there's the esteem. In being bequeathed a prize founded by our greatest New Zealand author, Janet Frame, I feel a sense of lineage back to her. Not to mention the sense of belonging to a cohort of amazing writers who are the award's previous recipients, like Poet Laureate David Eggleton.
Last but no means least, there's the bequest. Unlike other prizes which must be applied for, I was secretly nominated for this award. As such, the stipend isn't one I expected or sought. When I won the Kathleen Grattan Award back in 2013, my partner and I spent the $16,000 prize money funding a teacher aide for our gifted, neuro-diverse son. That those monies gave him the learning support he needed to thrive and, two years later, be honoured with one of his school's foremost academic prizes as well as achieve a straight-A report was worth it.
This time, though, I'll be a little selfish. A new car perhaps? A shopping splurge? Jewellery? No, I haven't spent 30 years earning below the minimum wage to suddenly change tack. I plan to pay the mortgage, fuel the car and feed the family while I write without the need - albeit briefly - to worry where my next source of income's coming from.