The nearest thing I had was a list I made when I was about 15 of everything I wanted to do. I’m not sure I can call it a career, because a career implies that I had some kind of career plan and I never did. Looking back, I’ve had a remarkable ride. They just read what I wrote and they paid me for it or they didn’t.Īnd often they commissioned me to write something else for them, which has left me with a healthy respect and fondness for higher education that those of my friends and family who attended universities were cured of long ago. I got out into the world, I wrote and I became a better writer the more I wrote, and I wrote some more and nobody ever seemed to mind that I was making it all up as I went along. I escaped from school as soon as I could when the prospect of four more years of enforced learning before I could become the writer I wanted to be seemed stifling.
I never graduated from any such establishment. I never really expected to find myself giving advice to people graduating from an establishment of higher education.
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