Yesterday, after some months, I sent a book manuscript off to the publisher who will, in turn, send it out for final approval. (Wish me luck.) This book is undoubtedly the longest piece of writing I’ve ever done. In fact, everything I’ve written in the last decade has been for journals or for this book—and it has all been long AF.
My ability to write short pieces has dwindled to a small, atrophied nub. I would like to get it back.