Serotonin hit

Making new friends on the internet and getting into the back-to-school spirit.

So much of writing is hyping yourself up to sit down and talk to your imaginary friends (or gossip about them). In theory, this should be pleasurable—until someone tells you to get your act together and send over the manuscript in three weeks. So I did what all great writers do: hauled my ass to Jersey.

I locked myself in my bedroom, save for a brief tr…