Closer May these words open a door for my friend Trav You asked and I answered     Canto I: Bread and Words Jesus said “I am the Bread of Life I am the Word” but authors cannot live on their words alone   I wipe my hands on my apron brushing off a light layer of flour dust Sunday brunch is always busy I adjust my nametag “Laura Spring” and scrub and dry my hands   a customer an older man in a wrinkled polo shirt and khaki shorts chooses an oatmeal raisin cookie “That’ll be $1.88” He fishes out two crumpled bills and slides them toward me I put them in the register give him a dime and two pennies   “Thanks, Laura” he takes a bite “Delicious” walks out smiling   when work’s done I go back to my dorm and open my laptop FINALLY! it works last month it was on the fritz but now I can finally edit my stories and Bailey’s NaNo she’s been sending me chapters as she cleans them up I sent her mine in one chunk but we both get experience for free and free experience is hard to find in the publishing word my preferred career --editor— is slightly below Reality TV contestant in terms of realism at least actors and musicians can make money as amateurs but what do you call an amateur writer? broke   Eramus was the first full time author but he’d have more competition today   Words I dive into them eat them like bread Bread Words Bread comes in many sizes shapes flavors from grocery stores to cafes to homemade loaves even bake sales but no writing sells though it lasts longer