learn something from an old fool. Prep yourself for a good career, seriously. It isn't that I didn't work, I did, but what I did wrong was not take career planning seriously. I should have listened to my father, but I was obstinate and passionate and going to be a great poet and all that.
I suppose, if I do not want to be too hard on myself, that when I am *on* or in the zone, I am a not bad confessional poet who knows her good points well enough, but I have never been financially secure, ever. I have been upper middle class; I've been destitute; I was a career professional who crashed and burned, and right now I am hanging on to my economic self-determination by my fingernails.
I cannot return to fieldwork, and trying to get accredited to teach would be unrealistic. So all I have right now is that I've been a competent journalist in conjunction with the literary publishing. You will not have my problems, I'm not saying that, but there is no glory in calling yourself a writer. Very few earn a decent living at it, and it also takes luck, and that is an unknown variable.