Not everyone is able to do the retired gentleman poet thing, though, and for those of us at a point in our lives where the pressures of kids, jobs, and a pandemic response that the powers-that-be effectively airballed, having no support to speak of was a real problem for just continuing to do the thing. It's one thing to run one's self ragged as a single person, but it's a lot harder to justify when kids need help with homework, not to mention food, shelter, school supplies, piano lessons, and all the rest.
And yes, that's a kvetch, not really out of butt-hurt that my last book wasn't reviewed in The New York Times or whatever (insert jerkoff motion), but in the sense that just continuing to do the thing is extremely difficult on more than a hobbyist level.
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