Last summer while traveling through the Middle East and staying mostly in Lebanon, I wrote my first book, The Cedar and the Maple Leaf: Stories From My Mother’s Motherland. Then, like a lazy fuck, I let it sit. I wrote every chapter but the last, and let it sit for 16 months. Then, in two days, I revisited it out of guilt and finished it.
Of course, in that time I was contracted to write what actually became my first book, Amazing Cats, about amazing cats, which is not what I thought my first (or second) book would ever be about.
This is what the first sentence of the book looks like:
This is what the last sentence of the book looks like:
Tags: amazing cats, canada, lebanon
