Let's say you're a writer. Now let's say you're a human being--that, on occasion--likes to gain nourishment so that you can prevent becoming a corpse. Okay, great! How does one do that? Well, until the world shifts to an economy based entirely on good looks and charm (or the human race begins taking nourishment from the sun's bountiful rays), you're going to need money. Moola. Greenbacks. Dead Presidents. Clams. Bones. Okay, you say, I'm a writer. I have a skill. I may've gone to school for it, or I just have a natural gift. It may not be something you can touch or feel or wrap up in a colorful vacuum-sealed packaging, but it is a product. You have a product, that's entirely yours and nobody else's. All right, so let's take that product and go out into the big, bad world and see what we can do with it.
Thing is, if you go onto any sort of site like Craigslist, you will see tons of jobs for writers. Sometimes in abundance if you live near a large metropolitan area. There's translations jobs, tele-commute journalism gigs, screenplay writing, articles, etc. Problem being that so many of them don't pay. Anything.