No Place Like Home

I just saw my galley for the first time yesterday. I used to see galleys all the time when I worked at Paper and was allowed to rifle through discarded review copies. But this was different, this one had my name on it. And a book, I am learning, brings a whole series of thrills that are totally different than the thrill of writing a play. A play is ephemeral and communal. This book is an object, a thing. And it keeps existing, in its "thingness". Unlike a play which will close and be...