It Was All Inside My Head

It was 2018 when I discovered Scott McClanahan, and how did that come about? Oh, trying to impress some guy. He was in prison at the time—the guy, not McClanahan— and had recommended The Sarah Book, which had come out the previous year. Me and this guy were writing letters to each other. I had this strange conviction like, “If you keep writing letters, this man will see your secret heart, and eventually the two of you will fall in love.” And just as I suspected, that turned out to be the case—except then things began going horribly wrong. That was around the time I realized that writing was like magic, and you had to be very careful messing around with that shit.