Lend Me Your Candidate

I’ve longed, ever since that terrible night in November, to make speechwriting my useful, selfless form of writing, a counterweight to the act of writing a novel, an act useful only to myself. But, as with most of the notions I’ve had, I haven’t a clue as to where to start.

Part of speechwriting’s appeal – beyond the imagined chance (thank you, WEST WING) to make my limited talents be of some practical function to the steering / course-correcting of the world (echoing my days at a non-profit,...