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while charles dickens pasted labels on shoe polish bottles, which is not so cool, colette performed in a music hall and ran a beauty salon, daniel defoe and christopher marlowe were spies, william burroughs was an anthropologist, william faulkner was a postmaster, maya angelou managed a restaurant and kurt vonnegut sold cars (saabs, to be exact, which i’ve always sort of liked).

i’m not sure what that means, as i sit here contemplating neither having a job nor really being a writer. certainly watching reruns of bones and the big bang theory isn’t going to help me with either of those things.