I went to tear out a sheet for a grocery list and found the birth of a Dread Crew scene, written while curled up on the high side of a starboard tack because for a while, I had to write everywhere. So I did. I brought that notebook to waiting rooms, on long drives, on the boat.
These days I feel like a second book is downright implausible. This scrawl, both far and close to what became printed text, is proof that it's not.