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| Jean-Michel Basquiat, "Boy and Dog in a Johnnypump" |
Barista.
Janitor.
House painter.
Graveyard Courier.
Any of these jobs sound familiar? If you're a writer, I'd bet at least one. I'd also bet that, as a writer, you've said least one of the following lines to explain why.
"It's temporary." Or...
"I'm just working this gig to make contacts in the industry". And my personal favorite...
"It pays the bills and leaves me time to write."
Load of crap!
Art is never free, and someone always has to pay the bills.
Unless you're a young Quentin Tarantino sitting behind the counter at Video Archives in Manhattan Beach, working a near-minimum-wage job so you can make contacts is like the alcoholic bartender who drinks his mistakes to help him perfect his craft.
So I'll ask the question again. What have you done for your art? I'll tell you what I did for mine.
