The creative grass is always greener

( via the New York Times)

I'm one of the few people who was never under the impression that working for yourself is less stressful than working for The Man. My day job, ironically, confirms my world view. The insanely talented writers I work with on a day-to-day basis are (for the most part) struggling to make ends meet. And, I know, I know, money isn't the only consideration, but it's big. It's what keeps me excited to go to work for The Man (who is very reasonable, by the way). So I write before work. I write on the weekends. I dream about having weeks on end with nothing to do but write (in Sweden on a sheep farm, if you're wondering). But I leave it at that - a daydream - as I click away at my Excel spreadsheet.

This NYTimes story on Etsy.com crafters who've taken their hobby big time, then, was verrry interesting. The lady who appears to be being smuggled by her own creation in the photo had this to say, "Etsy saved my life." And..."this is the hardest job I've ever had."

Good work, if you can get it.