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Grub Street
After the market crashed, there were very few authors who weren’t living on Grub Street. The only reason McGee wasn’t one of them was due to his job at NCIS. He wasn’t living large or anything since government employees never make much.
Still it was better than most of his author friends. He didn’t have many author friends since he was still a relative newcomer to the publishing world, but the few he did have had lost everything when the market tanked. Of course, most of his author friends were asleep at this hour or so McGee thought.
They didn’t get called in at all hours of the day and night for cases. A few of them slept during the day and wrote at night, but they never experienced going 24 or more hours without sleep like he did. Honestly, he wasn’t sure who envied who more at this point in time, him envying their cushy life or they envying him still having money.
