Smoking Diary #40: I Wrote My Way Out

It’s 1:40am, and your narrator is picking up where we left off: the moment she thought her book was dead, but it wasn’t. How did she make it through this harrowing passage? Well, it involves a dear friend from The Washington Post, the acknowledgement that a messed-up and mysterious love is still love, and lots of early mornings on the smoking couch.

Also discussed: Camilla Paglia (briefly), The Shards (obsessed), writing from inside the tornado, men are emotional lock boxes, what went wrong with Lindy West’s memoir (a theory), summer allergies, Don DeLillo, and more. Bonus: Your narrator comes VERY close to swallowing a bug that hari-karied into her coffee.

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