The Power of Support

In July of 2015, I quit my job to write full time. I hadn’t published any books, nor had I gotten any kind of advance or windfall inheritance that allowed me to do so. In fact, we were arguably the most broke we’d ever been. We lived in a dump of a rental with two pots, a pan, a washer and dryer, a couple of camping chairs and two air mattresses. Aside from the clothes we’d managed to salvage from a recent bedbug infestation (thanks to slum lord landlords, such was our situation), that was al...