Lindy Corman

It couldn’t have come at a more fraught moment.

There seem to be no end of books about people dealing with cancer, but I haven’t heard of books about grappling with heart disease. Maybe that’s because, unlike cancer victims, people with heart disease die too fast to have a chance to write about it.

I check my email compulsively. If I let myself, I’d do it every five minutes to see if the small press that has said it would reconsider its rejection of my novel if I cut 100 pages has, having read my pared-down manuscript, decided, ‘Yes!