When you make a bet, you're saying something.
The point is that it looks like gambling because the language of the game is money.
Divorce transforms habit into drama.
Now, if, as I think, writing should be, it's a kind of risky trade.
Each sporadic burst of work, each minor success and disappointment, each moment of calm and relaxation, seemed merely a temporary halt on my steady descent through layer after layer of depression, like an elevator stopping for a moment on the way down to the basement.
I absolutely don't believe in anything. Full stop. Including luck.