In spite of everything a writer, an artist, has to eat. Okay, no one here is going hungry. Well, when I go hungry it is because I refuse to stop working to get food. Coffee takes enough time as it is. But ink needs to be bought, paper, pens, pencils, X-Acto blades, glue, postage, envelopes, frames… Oh. I asked for this.
I heard a story on NPR (can’t find it now, of course) about how IQ indicates income. That’s right. People in the higher IQ range make more money. I refused to see the results of an IQ test I took. That knowledge can’t do me any good.
I’ve also heard (read?) that a Master’s Degree should boost your income. I’ve got a Master’s! I really do.
Why have I never had a real job with a real income?
I read somewhere that if you aren’t making a certain amount by a certain age… well, you know.
I’ve got a Master’s Degree and don’t really know what I’m qualified to do. What about you? What are you qualified for?
In the meantime, I have this notion that I should sell art and write stories. And buy supplies. So. If you are inclined and able, go here.