Despite this high opinion of my skills (it is not ego, as I prick my own self worth through the editing process on a daily basis) I am left constantly worrying about how to scrape by rent and pay credit card bills each month. Like many a worthy writer, I face the perception that the art I engage in is as simple as flipping a burger, deserves to go unpaid. Naturally, not having enough money to take a friend on a date fails to faze me. I am not entirely without adaptive skills - each setback causes a new pathway to arise (welcome improvisatory tribal flute).
Silver lining––I gain an innate understanding of how systems work, in various locales. I have picked and grazed, learning much - not only in the U.S., but in supremely nuanced Japan, blissfully chaotic Philippines, yoga chilled Tulum, jerk rough Negril artsy deco Miami Beach, train whistle Raleigh, wanderweg Schweiz, smoky, sticky Koh Tao . Refraining from asserting myself in the way people expect, I observe. This is the tension that informs Cowachunga and the far reaching trilogy(Cohuanga-EVEN) that may emerge. Having experienced life in a variety of settings, I am ready to create literary works with flare and independent expression..
Oh, and the joke? A brain surgeon says to his author friend, "I was thinking of taking the summer off and writing a book." To which the author replies, "I was thinking of taking the summer off and becoming a brain surgeon."
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