I've spent years with two fortune cookie says taped on the edge of my work computer: "There is yet time enough for you to take a different path" and, more recently, "You are about to embark on a most delightful journey."
Now I'm filled with doubt. What if I don't sell any more books? My mom emailed me this morning and said, "I have heard so many years about you quitting your job and when and if; what will we have to talk about now?"
I'll tell you what we'll talk about: me starving to death in a snowbank along the side of a freeway where I will be living in a cardboard box.