As a young man, I had my numbers read. The fortuneteller predicted that I would be a great success at my first line of work and then go on to a different calling at which I would become equally successful. I’m sure you can guess at how accurate those predictions

As a starving, malcontent, narcissistic New York City writer, you have one of two options: writing in your apartment or writing in someplace that is decidedly not your apartment. The former is a simple premise. If you’re having trouble with it, you might consider giving up writing in favor of