I answered this question a year ago with this poignant-ass shit about Pizza Hut employees.

I stand by that answer.

Right now my head is full of this idea of writing, though. Writing to be read, to keep writing. Writing to keep writing! Because I live in a capitalist hellscape, just like you. Because it’s hard to justify spending the amount of time I need to write writing without making something fiscal out of it.

That’s not fair at all, but it’s true.

(It’s also true I’d spend that time anyway. That I have, and that I’ve lost more than one job because of it. So I might as well at least try and make the writing my job.)