What I Learned Writing an Entire Novel on My Phone
The year was 2017. It was cold and dark outside. I was thumbs-deep in my latest novel and minutes away from typing the end. I popped my head up from my phone to address the awful disruption before me.
“That’ll be $136.52,” said the cashier.
I shoved my card in the thing, looked at my feet, and said “thanks.” I slunked away. The phone returned to its…