Don’t Call Me a Sell-Out for Ditching My Poetic Status for Dollars
Let me tell you why dollars trump creativity any day of the week.
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Note from the author: This article will likely find more receptive reading from true fans of my work. Those who know my struggles motivate me but do not define me. It’s a personal article with tons of whining. You’ve been warned…
It details my experiences as a poet on the Medium platform, why I am largely redefining my presence here, and how I plan to do that…but yes, there’s whining. Not sorry. Today, I just needed to type something not-work-related, and this is what rose to the surface. I appreciate your reading.
Why I had to Sacrifice My Heart for Money
Have you ever been hungry? I mean really hungry? Gone to bed without dinner when you were really hungry — because there wasn’t enough food?Have you ever dreamed so big to get out of impoverished circumstances that the poetry just cried out of you?
Well, I have. Poetry has saved me from terrible pain, time and again.
