I was chatting with a friend, a few minutes back – he’s a good writer, earning a fair share of his income with his books.
He told me he had cooked dinner, done some chores, put the dog back to sleep, and now was about to watch some telly.
I was perfectly able to relate with that – I had just cooked a quick-and-easy pasta for me and my brother, done some chores like taking out the rubbish, and now was about to settle down with a few podcasts and a virtual billiard game.
Hi-octane life of the modern pulp writers. Continue reading