The Book: Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers (August, 2019)

Finishing a book is a strange feeling. They take so long to write; the text lives with you, like a pet or a very demanding houseplant, and you incorporate it into your day-to-day routine. You get used to caring for it, tending it for a few hours every day, watching it grow. The tending becomes the point, more so than publishing it. In some sense, the bo…