For writers, money woes are the world outside tugging on us, yanking at the tails we have buried deep in our throats, reminding us that the world within is an illusion. And we resent this. We possess the knowledge that the world outside is an illusion too. We long, without quite admitting it, to disappear inside ourselves. We long to create. We resist being created. For that which is created is also destroyed one day. But that which creates. . . .