Wednesday, September 16, 2009
SUCCUMBING TO WORLDLINESS
For a writer, there are abstract joys, surreal moments of being lost in the beauty of the language, crazed delight at words that finally go, sporadic jealousy at the plagiarism of ideas a half century before you were born...
But nothing compares to seeing your words earn you money.
At least, not right now.

No matter how insignificant the amount (and oh, yes, it is ridiculously insignificant) I earned it. Or I came up with words that did.
Which is a heady feeling.
posted by Clezevra @ 3:40 AM  
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