

It has its moments, but it also led to significant terror every year, wondering whether this would be the last year people would hire me.
I started accidentally. I stockpiled cash from my IBM job, then I wrote some things about a topic that was becoming popular. Then people noticed me. Since I didn’t have to settle for another crappy job, I could take a chance on doing a few gigs that paid good money.
Two years later, somebody identified me as The Person to write The Next Book on that topic. And then a few influential people amplified me.
And then a few more.
That was the luck I needed.




I had a jar crack, because I don’t know what I’m doing. I infer it’s best to cool the soup completely first in the fridge, then allow it to freeze.
And now all the people who can’t resist correcting me will chime in. Go for it!