A Vocational Question

In September of 2016, I left my day job as an attorney. I hung up the old suit-and-tie and opted instead for jeans and a standby pair of black Adidas. (As an aside, my sense of fashion is such that I do not call my jeans “Denim” as some are prone to do these days. I only recently learned the term “Selvedge”.) I struck out into the world of words, hoping to find a way to carve out a living scratching sentences. As of the writing of this piece, I’ve not yet starved to death. (An accomplishment...