If I cut an album now and sell it for ten bucks, I can put seven dollars and fifty cents in my pocket.
Being a novelist and being a mother have exactly coincided in my life: the call from my agent saying that I had a contract for my first novel - that was on my answering phone message when I got back from the hospital with my first child.
Grunts on the line, where the enemy wants them dead, still goof off - even knowing that by letting their guard down they might die.