I aspire to have a book on the New York Times bestseller list. If this is your dream when you’re nine years old, you’re adorable. Go girl! If it’s your dream when you’re twenty-five, well, OK, good for you. If you’re 44 and still dreaming about it, some people are going to think you’re pathetic.
Everybody knows it’s a bad time to be a human being who needs money to buy things. And anyone who’s been unemployed for more than a few weeks knows that the desire to be productive and creative peaks at about one month and then plummets, resulting in entire seasons of Buffy being watched and astronomical […]