After a year or so of lurking, I feel compelled to wade in on this one. The posts on this site have been useful, enlightening, and often entertaining. Occasionally, there are some negative rants and raves, but they're mostly harmless. However, I wanted to offer my experiences for those fellow low-timers out there looking for a glimmer of hope.
After getting my B.Sc. degree, I worked furiously until I had acquired all the trappings of a 'successful' life in the conventional sense. Big house, nice cars, lots of toys ... Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every second of the journey, but another calling that had been with me since childhood started getting louder and louder. Not being complete dreamer, I started my training while still working full-time, just in case I discovered that I wasn't going to be as good a pilot as I was determined to be. Plus, I wasn't exactly rolling in it despite the lifestyle, and saving enough for each stage took time and careful planning (I'm still on the hook for a pretty big chunk). Once it looked like my instructor might actually make a competent driver out of me, it was decision time.
Now, I had grown up on the periphery of the industry in a few of the more notable resort locations North of 60, so I was aware of the life in store for me. It was time to leave it all behind and hit the road. Which brings me to the point: anybody that gets into this racket for the money best take a moment to reevaluate ... it's about passion. Yes, you will have to accept that there will be several years of the unofficial apprenticeship on the ground, doing some heavy lifting and working on things that seem unrelated to The Goal, perhaps even for little or no compensation, or for an hour here and there of air time. This period will be (for me, it still is!) a test of your resolve, but there are lessons to be learned along the way that will serve you well later. I did a season as a swamper, and this year I have been fortunate enough to get some significant time logged. Along the way, I was introduced to a community rife with petty politics, infighting, and some of the most genuine, loyal, and down-to-earth people that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. If you know in your guts that you could endure anything for those moments that make it all worth it, that you're not destined for the conventional life (at least not for a while), then living in a bush camp for months, dealing with the odd chucklehead here and there, working your butt off, and not having penny to your name seems a fair price.
Be realistic, but be tenacious - if you want it, it will happen.