Today, I Became a Real Writer
Downtrodden and pathetic yet proud and scrappy
My employer hasn’t paid me in three months. They owe me something slightly over $4,000 for August, September, and October.
But I’m still writing for them. I am not religious and woefully short on faith, so it’s a mystery as to why I keep churning out copy. I can’t barely muster thoughts and prayers in times of…