The reason

The week was off to a great start. The washing machine refused to spin, an unpaid bill for the leaky pipe in the basement lingered. Not only were checks slow to arrive, but also editors seemed indifferent to my pitches. So I wrangled an advertorial into coherency while waiting for my next story to edit.

Then the country shut down.

As the uncertainty mounts, you might curse your decision to become a freelance writer. You’ll wonder about why you avoided a more stable profession. I know some writers have struggled to write; I don’t blame them. The days are a jumble of vague terror and