Chapter 40September/October
When the start of the semester began, I locked myself in my dorm room when I wasn’t in classes, and sat down at my computer to write. When I wasn’t writing and outlining, I read a lot, and studied for weekly exams.
Nose to the grindstone had always been my default setting.
I wrote an outline for a short story that went nowhere. My laptop was handy for the narrative, instead of writing longhand in a journal, and when I found a rhythm, a steady pace of typing, my hands flew across the keyboards as if my life depended on it.
The Abelson brothers, Jacob and Leon, stopped at my room a few times at the beginning of classes, but I declined their offers to hang out at the pond at Dickinson Hall, or grab lunch at Rainbow Room Café in the Communication building off Un
