Sometimes life is like the movies, and not in an apocalypse way. That’s what happened when I met my editor in New York.
I was given a tour of the offices, on a high floor overlooking the financial district, and over tea in an Art Deco former bank that turns into an magician’s den in the evening, I told her things are going well with the next book, both intense and unforced. My editor said she can tell when a writer had fun writing—but from now on, she’s going to incorporate the phrase I used.
That I let the demon take over, because I did. This is how I did it.