Of course in my 3am freak-out session about money and how to pay my ever-mounting student loans, and, good god, my rent which jumped another $50 this year, I breifly considered, after I finishing up the projects I'm in the midst of now (
girl show, the Cornell poems, and
dulcet)of just throwing in the towel permanently on the whole poetry thing next fall and redirecting my energies toward semi-smutty trashy novel-writing (ala VC Andrews) with much better financial prospects--under a pen name of course. It could happen.;)