I’ve been reading Stephen King’s On Writing this week, a book I’ve been meaning to buy for… years. So far, the memoir section has been highly entertaining. One of the things that always strikes me about writers’ personal stories is how hard they’ve worked. They didn’t just scribble a first novel in the back of their high school math book, realize its brilliance, and sell it for millions. No, they worked their arses off.

Oh, and they had wives. The type that cared for the children, did the laundry, and cooked nightly dinners.

Hmmmm… where can I get one of those?