The Facebook messages almost always come late at night. Sometimes it’s me, about to press publish on a post that I know will ruffle some feathers. Could she just take a quick look, give me a neutral perspective, tell me how she thinks this paragraph comes...

Last year, a book idea took up residence in my head and refused to leave. It’s like a squatter, moving furniture around in dusty, shadowy spaces, scribbling on the walls and generally making a nuisance of itself. Try as I might to dedicate my time to more...