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A Good Home Must Be Made, Not Bought. In The End, It's Not Track Lighting Or A Sun Room That Brings Light Into A Kitchen.

My Job Is Writing. I Get Paid To Do It. When Was The Last Time You Heard Someone Challenge A Doctor For Making Money Off Of Cancer?

Nothing Like Being Visible, Publishing One's Work, And Speaking Openly About One's Life, To Disabuse The World Of The Illusion Of One's Perfection And Purity.

It Troubles Me That People Speak About Writing For Money As Ugly And Distasteful.

Some Literary Types Subscribe To The Notion That Being A Writer Like Salinger Entitles A Person To Remain Free Of The Standards That Might Apply To Mere Mortals.