saving ink

It’s a bad time to be in the newspaper business, especially when you’ve been walking a financial tightrope for years, with no safety net of any kind.

I understand that moving here, I traded stability for excitement. My life has already been more compelling in 26 years than most people’s entire existence. However, there’s only so long one can live in uncertainty before they seek at least a semblance of stability, and I’m at that point right now. The last thing I want is a house and a family and that kind of normality; but there must be a balance between that and this month-to-month living in uncertainty. I’d like to at least know that I can make a larger purchase now and then and be able to pay for it in the future. I’d like to know that if several of us lose our jobs, our band won’t break up because people will have to move. I’d like to know that I can keep living in this place until I’m ready to move, and not until I’m forced to move. But this is not that kind of time.

So I’m still working on a back-up plan.