Writers are Writers: How I Learned the Hard Way to Not Wait for My Next Check and What I Did About It
Finally comprehending the synergy of hard work and common sense led to my first 20 consecutive years as a self-employed writer.
The individual in the above photo is not the author of this article. However, he certainly seems to have the right idea.
I will get back to that.
For now, allow me to return to January of 2002. My wife and I had invited some friends to our new house for dinner. It was my 38th birthday; she worked throughout the day on a beautiful spread.
My actions that evening, however, would nearly lead to marital disaster.
Lorie and I met on my birthday two years earlier. We married August 26th of the following year, a fortune I never believed was in the cards for me as an all-too-frequently self-important yet painfully introverted writer. Since in a large sense we were still settling our lives together — a magical period where each of us joyously discovered habits and closely guarded peccadillos of the other — the concept of trust quickly presented itself as the primary ingredient of a successful union.
