Hello friends, fans, lovers, foe and the like,
so, i just booked my flights for montreal, i'll be there in the first week of august, followed by a quick trip back to the west coast for a reading at the sunshine coast festival of the written arts on august 6th!
money, it's a funny thing, when you've got it, you feel good, at least i do, and when you don't you worry about when you're going to get it next. it's kind of like a dysfunctional relationship with a lover. of which, i've had my share.
plus, there's other baggage associated with money, like ways to earn it! haha! but i know when i'm between gigs or contracts, my family and friends start in on me like predatory monsters, "when are you going to get a job?" or "why don't you get your Master's degree and teach art, you love it so much?" usually, i want to tell them to go fuck themselves, and that not everyone needs to follow the same path, that some of us like traveling down a road that is infinitely wide and without direction. "but you've got kids!" they always retort, and yeah, i worry about providing for them, and their future as well as mine. but you know what? i've invested so much fucking time, effort and energy onto the path, the road that i am on now, so i figure i've got to push it as far as i possibly can before i give in and "get a job" just like everyone else.
five years ago, when i was swinging a hammer for a living, it was hard work, and physically demanding on my body. i'm not a spring chicken anymore, and when i get hurt, it actually takes time to heal. i make way more now doing what i do, and am finally slowing down my wild ways, because i know i've got to survive at least another twenty years before i go in for the next part of the journey in this life and death cycle.
in the meantime, i've got work to do, kids to raise, and a life to live, until next time lovers,
cb
