Day Six

I've never had more people request my writing services than since last Tuesday, the day that I put in my notice with Duke.

I'm writing a letter of reference this week for a Portuguese soap star. I've just written some copy for Amouchka Nartin, an inimitable florist who lives up the stairs from Cafe Gypsy. I owe this film student named Mack a story, and he persists in calling me out on failing to deliver my end of the bargain. On separate occasions, both Pat Pillar and a fine gentleman from the Lane hotel mentioned very tangible opportunities involving children's literature.

What's with all of this employment? This blog is not much of an employment blog when there's too much employment going on. Maybe I won't be unemployed. Maybe I'm looking for unemployment where there is none.