Accidental Cowgirl—Cover

Well, as we all know, a writer's life has seldom been either easy or lucrative. When money is tight, we can turn to commercial hackdom (or return to it, in my case).

That is, we could until now.

But with newspapers and magazines failing right and left as noted in the California Writers Club Newsletter this month, even these jobs are harder to come by. Even as my books sell steadily if not in great quantity, I find myself reminded once more that unless my name is Mary Higgins Clark and my books are available in supermarkets across the country (and it isn't and they aren't), I am not likely to be quitting my day job anytime soon.

On top of my current recession woes, I must of course be able to understand the struggles of my children and my relatives' children and grandchildren, and the maddening shortage of jobs that was supposed to be eased immediately by the stimulus package—the one for which our children and grandchildren are going to have to foot the bill (I sure hope they can learn to dig ditches!)

I guess I'm not coping very well. Have to get my psychiatrist to up my prescription of happy pills. My children haven't moved back in yet, but I fear it's only a matter of time.