Chapter 5
I LOOK AT MY watch. Ten-fifteen on a bright Monday morning in
early spring. I’ve already had my coffee, it’s too early for lunch, and way too
early for one of those cold beers. I could take Erica up on her offer of
looking at my manuscript, but then my built-in s**t detector tells me to back
off on that notion. I once heard a well-known writer say that he never read
another person’s writing in progress. Why? Because if it was good, he’d hate it
since it would mean more competition. But if it were bad, he’d hate it even
more for wasting his time. What this means is that I’ll have to continue
working. And since Bonchance is paying a buck-fifty an hour, I figure I’d
better get started right away. Whether I like it or not. Moonlight the Barely
Self-Employed.
My laptop is
