Sarah Mirk spent a month in New York doing research for a book she’s writing (gonna be dope). She also drew a little love letter to NYC detailing her favorite bits, and it is delightful!
Let’s all go on walks and notice the little things this weekend. And then draw pictures of those things. And then stare at the pictures and smile, both at the memories, and our still-full (or, less-empty) wallets. And then send the pictures to me.
After graduating college, I pulled together a poetry tour of the East Coast with three friends. We couch-surfed and split small sums from homemade book sales and venue entry fees. Our biggest check—$2,000—came from working with a small city’s public library. That money made it possible for us to break even after a month on the road, but only just. It was a start, we thought.
Years later, one friend is in graduate school for archival science; another is in school to become a Unitarian Universalist minister; and the third works at cash-for-gold stand in the mall. I schedule appointments at the office of a moving company.
None of us have been able to rely on writing as a sole source of income. None of us have jobs in the arts that pay our rent. There was a time when this would have surprised me.