For the first time in my life, I’m done with this s*it. I feel like I want to break up with… it? I almost slipped and broke my back in the shower this morning. And when I got out, I was like, “I need to write!” My job implies...
Writing is my life, but I never thought of myself as one day being able to just write for money. You know how people say that this and that are their lives, and then they just bluff about it? I don’t. I can’t remember a single day in which I wasn’t...