I once had to go to the Hollywood unemployment office for cash so I could eat. The woman behind the desk asked me if I was seeking employment. I sheepishly replied, "I'm writing. I hope to sell what I write." I was certain she'd bounce me out of the office. Writing wasn't something I sought each day. i just did it. She said, "Perfect. Writing is work, you know. You're just not employed yet."
This book is for her.