<p>Let’s talk about freedom of speech. Recently, I saw a story online about an interview between a late night talk show host and an eccentric rich guy. I find this particular eccentric rich person annoyingly unaware of anything but the universe he has constructed for himself. If there had only been one story, I never [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Recently I shared a plot summary I’m working on with another writer. Part of the plot requires one of the main characters to travel frequently. I didn’t want them to be independently wealthy because that wouldn’t make them a believable character for me. That meant their job needed to allow them to travel. Basically, I [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I’ve always loved books. My first job was in the library at the college I went to. I had applied to be one of the workers at the desk helping people find the books they were looking for. But after a few days the woman that was in charge of the bindery department asked me [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I’d be lying if I said that I actually believed I might have been happy working for someone else for the rest of my life. I’d gotten the hint in middle school the rigidity of that schedule—of any schedule—bored me to pieces. To clarify things, just in case this matters to you, I did okay [&hellip;]</p>