So, I love fiction. But life takes over. Over and over and over again.
I used to read four plus novels a month. Now, I read a novel when I assign one to a student (by the way, the last was "A Day No Pigs Will Die" -- and I cried twice, BEAUTIFUL, SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL.) Anyway, I read fiction when I can (which is so, so rare), but I have only been Paid for writing non-fiction. I have NEVER received a cent for fiction. And so I weep . . .
Not really. Not at the moment anyway. (But soon I'm sure I may).
Answer me this, the anonymous reader out there -- keep on writing eventhough there no chance a single soul will ever read it? Or write for the cash? I am in so much need of cash right now! A dozen plus non-fiction articles paid for doesn't pay much. But at least it's pay. What's a gal to do?????
Weep herself to sleep. That's what a gal's to do.
I used to read four plus novels a month. Now, I read a novel when I assign one to a student (by the way, the last was "A Day No Pigs Will Die" -- and I cried twice, BEAUTIFUL, SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL.) Anyway, I read fiction when I can (which is so, so rare), but I have only been Paid for writing non-fiction. I have NEVER received a cent for fiction. And so I weep . . .
Not really. Not at the moment anyway. (But soon I'm sure I may).
Answer me this, the anonymous reader out there -- keep on writing eventhough there no chance a single soul will ever read it? Or write for the cash? I am in so much need of cash right now! A dozen plus non-fiction articles paid for doesn't pay much. But at least it's pay. What's a gal to do?????
Weep herself to sleep. That's what a gal's to do.
