Another impoverished writer that I know—one who lives in Berlin and met me in Austin in 1985—sent me three numbers.
"Now send me three. You play Lotto in New York and I'll put the six numbers in here in Berlin."
"But, Herr Berliner," I said. "The odds of winning Lotto are worse than being struck by lightning."
"So how is that different than trying to succeed in the careers we've chosen?"
Fair enough. I read up on how to enter Lotto (I had no idea) and went and bought a ticket. We didn't win--surely this was some kind of cosmic error, a mistake in the luck of the draw.
I wonder if our careers will continue to be similarly random.