"If you're a freelance writer and aren't used to being ignored, neglected, and generally given short shrift, you must not have been in the business very long." -- Poppy Z. Brite
Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman's name out of a satire then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest.
Do you still want to be a writer - and if so, why?