You can trip on my synthesizer.
Electronic world for ev'ry boy and ev'ry girl
I've a new avatar. It's a whole lot like my old avatar. It represents the acknowledgement that every artist stands on the shoulders of her predecessors. I'm sure you'll recognise the words. If you can read them.
I'm sober. I don't like sobrietry; it gets in the way of the creative process.
I've resigned myself to the reality that my writing will not become profitable until my Laureacy. I need something to keep me inebriated, and possibly fed, until then.
Most of the Nobel Laureates are old. This is going to be expensive.
Honestly, I think it's for the best. If I still suffered the delusion that slaving to enlighten millions of people to the inadaquecies of their world, their government, or their very lives would result in such grand rewards as enough money to live I'd still be tempted to write commercial garbage on the side.
I'm compiling a list of my options; feel free to suggest whatever takes your fancy. "Let's make out", though possibly endearing, is unhelpful.
1: Prostitution
I have excellent interpersonal skills.
2: Law
Different to prostitution?
3: Journalism
Possibly not different to prostitution, but I get to play with words.
4: Suicide
Inexpensive. I intend to cheat death through my works; possibly best to delay this until I have some recognized works.
5: Translation
Easy. Surprisingly so. Unfortunately, this requires I spend all day playing with other people's words.
6: Art
Don't be stupid. We're looking for money here.
7. A rich partner
Preferably with incredible streak of fiscal generosity.
8: Forgetting about all this, and settling for an accountant husband and a stucco mini-mansion
Just sayin'.
Electronic world for ev'ry boy and ev'ry girl
I've a new avatar. It's a whole lot like my old avatar. It represents the acknowledgement that every artist stands on the shoulders of her predecessors. I'm sure you'll recognise the words. If you can read them.
I'm sober. I don't like sobrietry; it gets in the way of the creative process.
I've resigned myself to the reality that my writing will not become profitable until my Laureacy. I need something to keep me inebriated, and possibly fed, until then.
Most of the Nobel Laureates are old. This is going to be expensive.
Honestly, I think it's for the best. If I still suffered the delusion that slaving to enlighten millions of people to the inadaquecies of their world, their government, or their very lives would result in such grand rewards as enough money to live I'd still be tempted to write commercial garbage on the side.
I'm compiling a list of my options; feel free to suggest whatever takes your fancy. "Let's make out", though possibly endearing, is unhelpful.
1: Prostitution
I have excellent interpersonal skills.
2: Law
Different to prostitution?
3: Journalism
Possibly not different to prostitution, but I get to play with words.
4: Suicide
Inexpensive. I intend to cheat death through my works; possibly best to delay this until I have some recognized works.
5: Translation
Easy. Surprisingly so. Unfortunately, this requires I spend all day playing with other people's words.
6: Art
Don't be stupid. We're looking for money here.
7. A rich partner
Preferably with incredible streak of fiscal generosity.
8: Forgetting about all this, and settling for an accountant husband and a stucco mini-mansion
Just sayin'.
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sarcasticmenace:
Yes, actually, I am blue quite frequently.
crispy:
Have you messaged Tuffy about the group ownership yet?