The month of cold sweat.Posted: February 10, 2016
This photo is of a sunset in Durham two nights ago. A kiss from the sun to apologize for the cold. I’ve always thought of this time of year as the Corridor of Cold Sweats: it warms up just a little, enough for you to take off your coat and get a shine, and then it congeals and freezes on your skin.
I’ve been rehearsing my upcoming TED talk. I’ve been working hard on my Patreon. I’ve been sending my patrons little gifts. (Haven’t joined yet? GOOD GOD, JOIN NOW. $1 per story. It’s the future of art. I explain here.)
Relatedly: I’ve been figuring out how to keep living as an artist. That means setting up multiple sustainable revenue streams and not depending on book advances (or royalties). The great irony is that I’m about to head to TED, all expenses paid as a speaker; meanwhile, I’m in debt and making minimum payments on all my cards until more money comes in. It’ll add up—income from Patreon, income from illuminated letter prints, and the sale of the next novel, which I’m revising for submission as soon as I get back from TED.
Until then, it’s a funny kind of time.
But it’ll be okay. Money comes and goes—as long as I’m safe, healthy, and get to keep making art, I’m good.
I trust the universe a lot these days.