A Wordy Shell Game

Since I've transitioned from "aspiring writer" to "working writer," I've noticed that I no longer take YEARS to write things. I can't. For one thing, my boss likes to think of himself as a nice guy–until the deadline goes whizzing by, at which point he transmogrifies into a balrog who took a level in badass. So, I rarely have months or weeks to ruminate on a story or assignment. He loves Mamet and is particularly fond of Alec Baldwin's cameo in Glengarry Glen Ross. "ABC!" He'll shout...