Progress Report

As a writer, the progress is in your head. Nothing is bought until everything is complete. No money is exchanged and thus there is no risk of losing integrity. Accomplish work as stunning in its technical breadth as setting up a completely new infrastructure, with stylistic flair and imagination, and get paid in––what? Promises, whisps of encouragement. 

And yet you are the author, no one else. And somehow that is enough, fair payment for daring to question Bob Dylan's adage "you've gotta serve somebody." Serve somebody? Nah. Serve a dream, an ideal. A pathway that only you can take but which can, with luck, bring everyone one step closer home.