Now that I co-own 60+ acres of prime farm ground, I’m thinking about farm subsidies.
My momentary vision: some sort of writers’ subsidy program. Getting paid, just like some farmers, not to produce. Acres and acres of blank paper, lying fallow.
Enjoying the idea, rolling in the papyrus for a moment, but then itching to scratch the odd scrap. Knowing I could never fulfill my part of the subsidy bargain.
I raise a glass to the new year
–and to being an active participant in creating whatever harvest may come from my efforts and those of my compatriots.