Monday, January 11, 2016
(originally published 1/11/16 in Model D)
Seems like everybody in Detroit has a side hustle these days. You've got the main gig that (hopefully) pays (most of) the bills, and when you're done with that for the day, you work on the other thing. If you're lucky, this is more than an obligation. Maybe it's even a passion – the small business you're growing, the old house you're resurrecting, the art project that just keeps evolving.
I consider myself fortunate, these last years, to have worked a couple full-time professional jobs that I've actually loved, first at a forward-thinking suburban public library and then, for the last several years, at the one-of-a-kind Green Garage in Midtown. But I've been hustling on the side, too, spending evening and weekend hours doing that thing I've been doing for as long as I can remember, that thing I evidently can't not do, the very thing that brings us together right now, dear reader: writing.