I have mowed lawns, shoveled snow, delivered newspapers, filled helium balloons at a party supply shop, set up furniture for banquets at a hotel, helped run contests at a radio station, fixed computers on a college campus, shelved books at a library, moved pallets of overstocked items at an outlet hardware store/lumberyard, made those little packets of silica gel you find in a shoebox that say, “Do Not Eat”, fulfilled shipping orders for a publisher of romance novels, delivered mail for the postal service, moved cars around for a Ford dealer, sold video games at a toy store, archived files for a movie studio, did odd jobs on movie sets, taught welfare recipients how to read and do math, taught a lot of college students how to read and write better, edited business journals and hotel magazines and airline magazines and books on anthropology and archaeology and a literary journal and a journal of plastic surgery. And once I wrote a novel titled, Lot Boy, which is probably why you’re reading this right now.

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