The Writing: When are you going to get a real job?

There was a point in time that I assumed that writing was just one job: to get the thoughts down and out. But as so many reader letters reflect here at The Reading, art is at least two jobs. The first is to resist; the second is to make.

The Writing: When are you going to get a real job?
[Photo by Yanyi: You descend down a gravel road next to a waning gold field of slender tree trunks cut halfway, some gold and red fall trees visible in the distance. The clouds are parted and fluffy on blue sky.]

The last time I came out to my parents, it was to tell them that I no longer worked a full-time job as an engineer. This was after the long silence but during the time when we still only spoke seriously for emergencies like, say, a pandemic.

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