There are people who have money and people who are rich.
Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.
The inordinate love of money, no doubt, may be and is 'the root of all evil,' but money itself, when properly used, is not only a 'handy thing to have in the house,' but affords the gratification of blessing our race by enabling its possessor to enlarge the scope of human happiness and human influence.
Trust me, if you have someone who truly loves you, you are the richest person in the world.