As a writer, I already have that annoying tendency to value art over money. And as someone who grew up dirt-poor and loving every second filled with mud pies, clothespins, and kind neighbors with crooked teeth, I am further distanced from the idea that money brings about happiness.
But maybe it does. In spite of sucking at asking for funding, I am doing so in order to make tuition for my fellowship with Lambda Literary. I never expected to be awarded one, and I could not be more proud. Yet unfortunately we live in a world where creativity is one part talent, one part having the funds available to do great things. Funds that I barely have to make rent, let alone tuition.
For every donation I receive, regardless of amount, I will write a poem dedicated to the donor.