I was a professional filmmaker. My wife and partner died, and thereafter I discovered that I couldn't do film any more-- too painful. Then I was a farmer for a couple years, driving a tractor with the exhilaration of a little kid. Tragically, organic farming pays just a little more than poetry, or just about nothing. It's also dangerous and gradually debilitating. Farmers are heroes. I'm not. So now I'm a ghostwriter, which pays a hell of a lot better than farming, and has its satisfactions, among them coffee and un-rootedness. I drift between cafes. I'm also constructing a novel, excreting short stories, and enjoying a little copywriting on the side.