When You’re a Man on Your Own

I’m halfway through my selection of books on the subject of animal husbandry.  The good news is I’m pretty sure I haven’t made any egregious mistakes in my writing when it comes to cows and horses. The bad news?  I’m still me—published author but otherwise unemployed, single, and really, really dull.  How does a person go about becoming “interesting” without the aid of money or a passel of friends?  You need to “do” something, right?  Of course, jet-setting is no guarantee of being interesting, unique, or even likeable.  Money doesn’t make you less vapid—you need to have something between your ears.

Coincidentally, I watched an episode of Firefly last night that explored several different ideas about what it means to be a man.  Yes, Universe, I am listening.