By Steve Almond A lot of what I do as a writer boils down to making obnoxious assumptions, so let me start with one: if you’re reading this, you’re an aspiring writer, or an aspiring musician, or both. The first thing I’d like to do (this being the case) is to dismiss any lingering notions of glamour you might associate with a career in the arts. I will do so by presenting an essay I composed last night. It is entitled: What I Did Yesterday. Okay.
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