Preliminary notes on this piece: I call out to you, Lord, In this place where I am neither writing enough to be a full-time author nor working enough hours to be a part-time librarian, Selah; Where I am neither established enough as an author to make a living nor making enough money to live on at my day job, Selah; Where I am both doubtful of future success and numb to my previous accomplishments, Selah; Where I have thrown away a promising career to achieve a dubious dream, Selah; Where I am single as a Pringle when my castle in the air was founded upon a fiction career, a husband,…