Pride is a marvelous virtue, and a deadly vice.
I'm not even inside a year writing professionally and I've already suffering from the best and worst parts of Pride.
I haven't made a single dollar doing what I do yet.
None of my works have escaped the editing process yet.
I don't even feel comfortable telling people I'm a writer when asked what I do.
Even so, I get mildly peeved when someone marginalizes or trivializes what I've decided to do. I don't think people mean to mock what I've probably trained my whole life to do, in one fashion or another. It happens sometimes when I tell someone what I do. They sometimes respond with the intention to write their own book, like it would be an easy affair, taken care of in a single afternoon.
One writing workshop taken at the U of I over a summer while I was still in Elementary School set me on the path. It is a road I've walked ever since. I've overcome a lot to be able to do what I do, more than some, less than others. Irrelevant ultimately.
Just because someone can drive a car, doesn't mean they'd be a rising star with NASCAR. Because someone knows how to use a computer, doesn't mean they could provide IT for a large corporate entity. Likewise, just because someone writes every day, doesn't mean they could pen the great American Novel.
I don't care if people like or respect me. I just hope I can bring a sort of reverence to my chosen profession.