The truth is, I’m late because I was waiting for a call that said that the office was on fire.
One for the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. Chances are they did something stupid you spent several weeks of your time and talent judging them for it.
But this is a job issue and that makes it a money issue, which is precisely the type of thing I could take to the God of the prosperity gospel.
Applying for jobs as a liberal arts graduate is essentially asking yourself if you are qualified to do more than make lattes for just above minimum wage.