I'm not the first writer in the family.
My Dad, after a lifetime of passionately climbing mountains, and diligently working as an administrator, took early retirement and promptly started writing guide books for long-distance paths in his beloved Pyrenees.
They're meticulously researched, rather beautifully written, and much appreciated by their readers. Dad drew the maps, took the photos, planned the routes. When walking in the Pyrenees, it wasn't uncommon for Dad to meet people using his guides. He was shyly delighted, and we were laughingly proud.
The royalties for Dad's guides still trickle in, surprising Mum on a regular basis. We still get letters from people who've used the guides and want to say thank you. This month, three and a half years after he died, Dad paid for Husband and I to go out to dinner together.