As I type this everything aches. My fingers, veterans of this keyboard, are reluctant – raw, tender. Bright red and dried out from hours of testing my grip. The gentle soreness of my shoulders and core that comes from having spent hours scrambling up and falling off of the infrastructure of a climbing gym. It’s the good kind of hurt.

I keep a lot of notebooks and file folders filled with fiction projects. Each project is at some weird point, most of them will never see the light of day. A lot of writers will tell you the hardest part is the title. Without titles, I’d have no idea what I am working on. Titles [...]