Or, more accurately, how to write a book three times and keep on going.
Yeah, that's right. I wrote my book three times.
I'll explain below, but first I'd like to say a word about how telling people how to write seems like quite the thing to do. That's not a complaint - I read those posts on Medium like Tic-Tacs, and watch Jonathan Maberry Answers Stuff like...
You know how sometimes it takes a while for you to grok a concept, and then, once it falls into place, you feel a little silly for not having gotten there sooner? And then you worry that maybe you were the last person on the planet who 'got' it? And then... you kinda hope that nobody else ever finds out it took you this long to get there?
I'm sitting in a hotel room in New Jersey. Fucking Jersey. I fucking hate the Newark area - it's like all the city leaders could figure out to do was fuck people over with shitty roads and really terrible tap water. Like, if I lived in New Jersey, I'd fucking hate everyone and everything.