What Nobody Tells the Writer at the Window

On remaindering, pulping, cloud costs and why you should write the book anyway

The coffee is cold because the words are finally coming and you don't stop for coffee when the words are coming.

Somewhere right now, someone is sitting at a window.

Maybe it’s a kitchen table in a rented apartment, or a desk in a spare bedroom that still smells like the previous tenant’s dog, or a corner of a coffee shop where the light comes in just rig…