The dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.
I loathe writing. On the other hand I'm a great believer in money.
There are nineteen words in Yiddish that convey gradations of disparagement, from a mild, fluttery helplessness to a state of downright, irreconcilable brutishness. All of them can be usefully employed to pinpoint the kind of individuals I write about.
