Writing is like giving birth. And while I've never birthed a child, I do know that following the infant comes a big pile of placenta (actually, I don't think it's a pile....but something not pretty). For me, having just finished my first draft, the placenta is an idea for a reality show.

I don't watch reality shows, but I do have ideas for them. Barring the possibility that I don't make millions on my reality show idea, or rent for that matter, in the next month, I am aware that it might be time to get a J.O.B.

I had an interview yesterday. Computer geeks, the smell of Panda Express take-out...I'm home again. I don't think I got the gig, but at least I know that so long as there's an Internet, I might be employable.

Just for today, it's time to make $.