As mentioned in my last post, I travelled last week to the AWP conference in Chicago. While I was there, I attended a panel about finding jobs that support writing outside of getting a professorship in English. What promised to be an interesting discussion basically turned out to be four people saying “get a perfect career, where people pay you to do what you want to do.” Which is basically the equivalent of saying, “if you want to get rich, just make a bunch of money!” While there are a lot of people who are models of doing something worthwhile, putting their hearts into it and achieving success through brute force and determination, I feel like I’m constantly inundated with commentary from people that pretty much boils down to the above sentiment – want to be a successful writer? Well, just write stuff and wait for someone to give you a million dollars! There are a lot of people out there who basically lucked their way into notoriety by being in the right place at the right time, ready to look down their noses at those of us who haven’t managed to follow in their footsteps and just be great, because all you have to do to be great is decide that you feel like being great. Fart.

(Also should be noted that I drew this comic around 3:00 this morning after a good number of drinks, so the art is very… organic to the moment.)