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274 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 2, 2026
I told Gary that he had mistaken me for a different kind of writer, for an artist. I wasn’t an artist. I’d always thought of my work as manual labor. I liked how it felt to write a good sentence, the way it feels satisfying to cut a perfect dovetail or find the most efficient way to run pipe. I thought of words as parts, and I liked how words looked when they fit together well. I didn’t believe in muses, or divine inspiration, or writer’s block, or any of the other tropes that writers use to make procrastination an affliction rather than a choice. If an electrician showed up at my house and announced that he wasn’t “feeling it,” I’d tell him to get over himself and start unspooling wire. I felt that way about writing.