dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

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.;)