In my former life I was a corporate attorney, slaving on the 83rd floor of the Sears Tower for a century-old international firm. None of the kids in the Sunday school I taught back then believed what I did, and I’m not sure they’d believe what I do now, either. Somehow I’ve moved into another profession where no one dares admit being one, but not because of the bad jokes. It’s because as writers—as new writers especially—we worry no one will believe us, least of all ourselves.
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