Francisco de Goya
I'm crazy. Bonafide.
If writing is a business, I failed a long time ago. Think of the simple cost/benefits analysis: how much time have I spent writing, revising, reading...only to produce a few stories which truly work. And the money? (Go ahead, point and laugh)
Art is not business. Oh yes, it can be, but it isn't just by its nature alone. You can buy a print (technically a poster if you're in the "know") of Goya's painting. Someone will make a profit, but it won't be Goya. Someday, we might read J.D. Salinger's works from the vault, but he won't make a cent. (If you have never read Catcher in the Rye, do it. Just because.)
I don't grudge anyone making money with creative endeavors. There is nothing fundamentally wrong with being paid for art. But art is not business.
Art is basic.
Creation is primal.
It strikes at the core of being human.
I write to create. I may never have an agent, a major publishing deal, a bestseller...but if I keep creating, I win. It's the only game in which I get to make up the rules.
(click on the painting above for a big, scary version)