I WROTE THIS IN EIGHTEEN HOURS, TWENTY-TWO MINUTES AND THIRTY-FOUR SECONDS.

For Absolutely Nobody.

The concept of this book began with my frustration towards craft. I couldn’t understand what good writing meant. I knew what it looked like, but not how it was constructed. Every example of what I perceived to be “good writing” seemed different in voice, style, topic — everything. I wanted to know the trick. I believed there was one. And so this was the creative challenge. How does one write a book about their own inability to write?