writing for love, friends, money.
Writing, how surprisingly resemble prostitution! First you do it for your love then close friends and end up for money.
You can interpret pretty much everything as something sexual if you look long enough. Nothing meaningful in that. Some people had their own gardens, later on they helped their neighbours and some day they decided to make money as professional gardeners. Prostitute? Not really. (Man)Servant of someone else? That's closer. Welcome to society.
Sad, but sounds true.
bitter truth. (: