"I am a seven-foot-tall banana for a San Francisco–based fruit delivery company. I ride the train as the banana. I pass out bananas on the streets dressed as the banana. I get an awful lot of hugs as the banana, and more high-fives than anyone really has a right to."
"…Sometimes I think that no matter what I write, no matter how much I improve, no humorous essay will ever be able to compete with the sight of a middle-aged mom dressed as giant food."
Some special encouragement to all you brave authors out there who are sacrificing time, money, and dignity to survive and thrive.
See now? You don’t have to feel bad just because you can’t "survive" on your writing income. More importantly, are you thriving?