A Revelation of SortsTuesday, February 21, 2012
Like most of us who scribble, from time to time I find it necessary to pursue gainful employment of some other sort altogether. It's a sacrifice I make to support my writing habit.
The other day, just before leaving work, I made a stop in the bathroom. As I switched on the light and closed the door, it occurred to me that I was still "on the clock." In a flash -- much like the one Gautama experienced under the Bo tree -- I realized that I was earning more money by producing urine than I ever do by writing.
Clearly, I should be cutting back on the verbiage and increasing my fluid intake.