On the Perils of Writing for a Living (Or, Rolling with the Punches)

So I have this terrible fear that all this work won’t be enough.

I realize that I’m in my 30’s now, which is, historically speaking, the prime time folks have to start collecting and putting away cash for the future. Statistically speaking, I’ve got about 15 years less of old age than other folks (chronic illness and all that), but I come from a long-lived family, so even if I chop 15 years off that, it still means I should be around until I’m at least 80 or so.

I’m reminded of Chuck Wendig’s p...