I used to make ninety bucks an hour as a lawyer doing part-time legal research and writing — hateful work I was nevertheless grateful for, as for ten years it had supported me while I tried to make my way as a creative writer. I’d found the job by sending out résumés to lawyers listed in the yellow pages. Prior to that I’d worked for four years in civil litigation, loathed it, and quit to pursue my passion: writing. Getting hired as a legal freelancer had seemed like a godsend. I never had to go to court or deal with clients; my employer brought the assignments to my door.