I self-published a print on demand book and made like a hundred bucks. Huzzah. But if you started adding all the submission fees for stuff online and the cost to have someone draw the book, that number starts to go red and negative.

I wish I could have been more of a performer. I do practice reading, but I have shied away from open mics when I know I should probably try them out a little more. Or I should go for writing fellowships and develop my craft more.

But I’m 44. No I’m not the person in the picture. (I based that on a youtube search of a poet reciting in front of a microphone. ) My age is relevant because I think I just needed to start putting work out there, one way or the other.

I did enjoy drawing flies coming out the wallet. That was wild.