on Jane Friedman site:

As soon as I left my marriage, I called everyone I knew. That’s not an exaggeration. By the end of the first month, probably more like the first week, everyone was aware that my husband was having an affair and that I, having been freelancing for the last six years, was desperately in need of a reliable full-time job.

When people asked what I was looking for (in a job, not a new partner), I said anything. I was open to full-time work that would allow me to afford a tiny studio in the Twin Cities, and that was my only big stipulation. I was leaving behind me, along with my husband, the creative world I had built my life around.

I was at a loss for what to look for in a new career. I didn’t feel I had the luxury or time to shop around.