Day 9 in Hotel Quarantine

For the past nine days, I’ve been in a hotel room with windows that don’t open. I can’t leave. I don’t even have a room key. Three times a day, someone knocks on my door with a paper bag of food. It’s weird. But I’m very glad to be...

This Is What My Book Is About

Of my various skills (loud tongue clicks, beating my brother at Dominion, exercising while drinking carbonated water), none shines more brightly than my ability to dodge the question, “What’s your book about?” I talk about my book a lot in the...