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Photo: Erika Stone
Who knew? Here I've been nattering on about my cash flow, or lack thereof, and it turns out any Tom, Dick, or Harry can simply set up a paypal account and the $$ will start flowing in. How can you say there is no God? In three and half years, I'll be 62 and can start collecting $882 a month according to the Social Security retirement calculator I consult every other day or so, but until those filthy rich days arrive, really, feel free to hit that little yellow logo over there to the right (paypal and/or credit card(s)), let the good times roll, and please accept my heartfelt, everlasting thanks. I have got my expenses down to rent, phone, netflix, AAA, website hosting, and car insurance but a gal has to eat, tithe, and it must be said, purchase an occasional piece of finery at Goodwill. Plus shell out approximately six and a half million dollars every year for dental care.
More to the point, I'm continually musing about the whole notion of "the writing life." A friend recently sent me the link to a Slate piece entitled "MFA vs. NYC: America Now Has Two Distinct Writing Cultures: Which One Will Last?" and after reading it, I, for one, hope neither of them lasts. The piece contained not a single word remotely connoting the glory, nobility, art, and sacrifice of writing, and only corroborated my own career-long resistance to remotely participating in any kind of literary "scene," not that anyone's asked. But seriously, publishing, like much of the rest of the world, is in an extreme state of flux and I'm wondering whether if, together, we could not all create some new kind of model...not just for the writing life, but for life in general.
At the risk of sounding corny, one of the things this blog has shown me is that what we really want is not to get all the things we think will make us happy, but to give all we have...but that is the subject of many future posts, as is why I quit my job as a lawyer and in fact recently resigned from the California bar altogether. I happen to have a NYC agent, but I've also recently learned of (self-) publishing-on-demand--oh I have been coming out of my shell and learning all KINDS of things--and am seriously thinking of signing on with amazon and selling any future work directly from my blog. Or not.
"[T]he weightiest of my books, the one of which I am most proud and the only one, up to now, which would dare present to God, without the least fear...is the ripe fruit of fifteen years of labor...and of an even greater number of years spent in sufferings chosen by myself, for the love of God—whereof you are absolutely incapable of having any conception, for some were worse than the most miserable destitution.
This work of 'pure glorification' had no success, nor could it have had any. God alone was witness to my struggle and sole judge of the frightful difficulties I had to overcome in order to concentrate, in so few pages and in so searching a form, the vastest theme there is. In an age long past when men did not scorn these things, such a work would probably have attracted attention. It appears that today this cannot happen, since even my friends are unaware of its existence. Therefore let it exist solely to glorify God, like some poor little star lost beyond sight in the sky’s depths."
Either that, or I can keep writing and posting, to my profound pride and honor, on Shirt of Flame! Christ himself, after all, observed that the laborer is worthy of his hire. [Luke 10: 7] And in the meantime, let it be known far and wide that I, Heather D. King...