My career doesn’t look like that. In graphic form, it might resemble a chart of stock exchange numbers, or maybe murder statistics. I’ve experienced inexplicable and sudden professional highs and lows. In between, there have been long, stagnant periods of dull repetition. It’s almost impossible to predict when the graph will rise or plummet. If you want a career that makes sense, don’t work as a writer.
Neal Pollack, author of six books most recently “Jewball”, charts the spikes of his career as a writer from McSweeneys darling opening rock shows with readings, to his recent self-published experiment and all the sobbing into pillows in-between (and after).
