Every time I see a friend, they inevitably ask how the book is going.
I know they’re asking out of kindness and curiosity, but it still triggers a tiny wave of guilt. The book proposal has become the adult equivalent of overdue homework, and every week that passes without me opening the giant Google Doc feels like another missed deadline.
“I’m picking awa…
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