There’s nothing romantic about money. Starving artists in garretts are not cooler or more authentic than artists in air conditioned studios. And so this month when I am without any classes and therefore without a paycheck for three weeks, I am with a wonderful amount of time with which to write and create–hours at a time! Joy! Right? Except I start to worry about the money and how all this so-called creativity is making me no money whatsoever and my thoughts freeze and I start to wonder what I really should be doing.

Oh, for the days of the patrons! When I was younger and single, perhaps I fantasized about the knight in shining armor (too many fairy tales!). Now I fantasize about the knight (really, any courtly figure will do) with shining credit cards. Shame! Bad artist. Bad writer. Get a real job.