That’s what I call my financial planners. They generally tell me I need to go back to work within a few years. Otherwise, I will live too long to remain solvent such that I will wind up a starving writer
When my husband died of cancer in 2013, I felt unbelievably alone. So like any reasonable introvert, I started a blog. It’s been a healing process as I’ve gone from bitter and isolated to…um…less so, depending on the minute.