Q: You really do go at writing as a job of work. Don’t you?
A: I told Bill Brown I considered myself an
artisan rather than an artiste, and considered books utilitarian objects rather
that objets d′art.
I went at writing as a job of work.
A métier.
A calling.
But a calling you realized by working at
it, daily.
No days off for artists.
I haven’t had a day off since
Q: And you expect that to pay off when?
A: Are you listening?
This is the
payoff.
Q: You’re five figures in debt.
Wouldn’t you like to pay off your credit cards and live on what you make?
A: Yes. I’d like to pay off my credit cards and live off what I make.
I could make less if I wasn’t servicing the debt.
It was a cost.
It’s what it cost me to be a writer.
Q: I didn’t know it cost that much.
A: Neither did I.
Suddenly, you
look around, and you’re in debt.
Q: And too old for the factories.
A: And too old for the factories.
Q: Are you still having money nightmares?
A: They come and go.
It’s a cost.
You use yourself up.
What else is it for?
What else are you going to do with it?
Save it?
Save it for what?
Old age?