| As long as I can make rent, bills and food, and occasionally go out to the pub, money is irrelevant to me. It's a fiction, which I don't believe in. What matters to me is happiness, and no amount of money can buy that. Why should I make myself miserable for a reward which means nothing to me? I just want enough money to let me write. If that means I have to shovel excrement on a farm, so be it. Quitting uni is the harder option, because of how much I've invested in it, and how much friends have invested in me doing it. Thanks for the advice, but I'm afraid I can't follow it. |
